[ she weighs up whether or not she should tell the truth, and the realises that, as always, there's something to be found in honesty. ]

Kind of. Some people I know are capable of manipulating dreams to the point where they feel like the only thing that's real. But I don't know how to prove if we're asleep.

[ her hand reaches up to brush against her shoulder. she's never known how to disprove a dream unless she's wearing vervain, which her body sorely lacks. ]