Bee blinks, then bursts into a relieved laugh. Simonides curls closer to her, a little wary of the sound even with this new revelation, but Bee can't help herself.

"I should have realized!" she says. "I was so busy being afraid, and getting to know Simonides, I didn't realize - I can't sense patterns like I usually can in dreams, that usually makes it so easy to tell. Gosh!"

Her giggling finally dies down, and she covers her mouth with her hand, a little sheepish. "Well, that's a relief," she says, though she's still not entirely comforted.