[So baited, it is with a great deal of effort that Wysteria forces herself to remain at that arm's length worth of remove. For there are at the very least a half dozen things which occur to her were they to in fact indulge in the utter folly that is discussing Byerly Rutyer further. It is only because she has said so a half dozen times already—has sworn to herself, if to no one else—that she will be finished with the subject, and that if anyone is to find themselves petty enough to hold onto any feeling whatsoever about the subject then it will, stubbornly, not be her—that manages to do it, saying,]

Oh that. There were a great variety of things, all of which Mister Stark and myself imagined the Venatori forced us to do. Not to worry, though. A great deal of the things we made in the dream are quite impossible. —Although we have since been discussing the practicality of one or two ideas which might for the use of Riftwatch or her allies. Barrier generators and alternative means of transport, and so on.

[Fetching up the pot, Wysteria refills her cup. Once she has finished, she offers to do the same for Alexandrie's.]

There was something that I believe the Venatori wished us to work on that...—I have the sense it was very dangerous indeed. But we never reached that place before escaping our captors, so I suppose it was likely no more than a general sort of dread made manifest.

And you? I would hope your dreams were all very daring and not at all unpleasant, but I gather that was a rarity.