Melanie pulls her hand back, resisting the sudden urge to grin. It was her mistake, really, to assume a god would behave in the same sort of way humans do. Especially a very old god, from well before when humans were coming up with things like handshakes.

But it was also sort of funny.

"We're dreaming," Melanie says with a little shrug. The worst thing that's happened to her after a dream was waking up hungry. Granted, bad things can also happen in dreams… but if Illyria wanted to hurt her, she could have done so already. Melanie just gave her a good enough opportunity, holding her hand out like she did. "Should I be afraid?" she asks. "Were you planning on hurting me?" She sounds more perplexed by the idea than nervous about it. Even if Illyria was curious in the way that Dr. Caldwell was (which Melanie could believe), cutting people open to see how they work seems a bit low for a god.