Castor tilts his head at her, confused and concerned. "What would make you hurt me?" he says. If she doesn't want to but she's afraid she might - there must be something that forces her. He doesn't like the way that sounds.

At least she seems safe in this dream, so he tentatively holds out a hand to her, inviting her to take it. There's couches and cushions everywhere, surely they can find someplace better to talk.