Don't be fooled by the humility, Zagreus can get apotheosize with the best of them, when he's of a mind. And don't be fooled the lack of obvious fear, either. He and the chimaera are on edge, deeply unsettled by their surroundings and the feelings of being watched by something just out of sight. Something that understands what it sees, well enough to offer a knowing wink, well enough to make fools of them both. It's deeply unnerving, wrapped up and given wings by his native paranoia. Showing real fear, he feels with his instinctive understanding for unspoken rules, would set things in downhill motion fast. But the flipside of the coin is that if he follows those rules, things will only stay as foreboding as they are now. None of which does Zagreus feel compelled to voice aloud; he ignores the question completely.

The rest of it, though...far from sounding ridiculous, Zagreus is exactly the kind of person who will accept a sentient and malevolent forest without question. Why not? It practically goes without saying, by now. "Well, why would it? If someone threw a party in your house uninvited, you'd probably feel some resentment too." Did he just empathise with a hypothetically sentient forest? That's the worst thing to happen in this dream so far. Maybe he ought to bring out the imaginary axe. "But you haven't seen anything? You know, aside..." Zagreus waves indiscriminately at himself and the chimaera.