It looks, she realizes, like her own handiwork - as if she'd actually taken the time to sit down and sew up the tear, herself. The dream method certainly wins in terms of speed, though. She lifts her shoulders in a pleased but bashful shrug in response to his praise, cheeks flushing. "Well, there was no reason for it not to work. But I'm glad it did." Especially since the only reason for it to work was 'why not?' It's not as if she spends every night lucid dreaming and bending events to her will. This was her first time even trying to alter things.

"And yes. I just tried to picture things how I wanted them to be, as clearly as I could." It doesn't seem like the sort of thing she could do for his injury, though - she's not the one feeling it. "I'm sure you can do it," she says, figuring a little encouragement won't hurt. "You got us here."