"Not sure," he muses, looking around and up at the sky as if a way out might present itself. He rarely recalls his dreams; lucid dreaming is entirely new territory. "I wouldn't know how. I definitely didn't try to pull you here to begin with." He'd rather she hadn't been dragged into any of that at all...though her presence is a comfort.

How to kick someone out of his dream? He might have considered pinching, or maybe trying to startle her, but even if he had the heart to try that now the Balladeer is sure that the gunshots completely qualified. "We could just wait. We'll have to wake up eventually."