She feels a little bad for asking, when he starts struggling with an answer, but doesn't dismiss or interrupt it. She drinks tea, instead, and listens. She is quiet even afterwards, drawn back to the memory, of all things slithering to the centre, breaking in order to do so. But whatever calming down she might have needed, she got it out of the way while Wolfgang came down, and draws her mind from it now. "You kept telling me to leave," she reminds, or-- informs. Benji remembers dreams like people remember normal waking moments, but not everyone does, so she doesn't assume.

"Which was nice of you, but rest assured, I don't blame you for me being obtuse." Another sip of tea, one of those fidgets she does to stop herself from talking more. "What might you have done about it?"