Steph smiles, warm and easy. It's not too hard for her to push thoughts of Black Mask away, she's been doing it for years, and while she knows it's not the perfect coping strategy, it works. She sits down on the grass, cross legged with her arms stretched out behind herself.

The answer is pretty much what she guessed it would be; she thinks it'd take very strong magic to hurt someone in a dream and have it carry to the waking world, "Vivid enough to fool me." There's no anger in her tone, more just a wry sort of amusement and she waves off the apology.

"It's okay, really. There's no harm done and hey, at least this dream ended in a nice spot. Most of my nightmares don't," There is a silver lining here, see!