She never resolves back into a shape. There is something frightening about this place, and not only because of how it looks and feels and smells, but the acceptance and understanding attached to Xas that she feels and knows as intently as the ground beneath his back and the domed sky he stares straight up at. She clings like a shadow for a good few moments, before he makes his request.

As sheepish as an omniscient entity can be, she grants his wish, dissolving out from the dreamscape and leaving him be in his own head, to carry out his sleep as he may.