"Who, me?" Iman puts a hand to her breast, making a little show of mocking innocence, as though affronted by the suggestion. In fact she finds it oddly flattering. She grins and relaxes her posture again. "Would that I had the imagination or the willpower. The dreams are the rift's doing - sorta common, actually. I've met Aqil here before. Not here. Different setting." She waves a hand. Inconsequential.

"You do know about the rift, don't you?" she asks, realizing belatedly that it's entirely possible he does not. He did just reference a ship, like he was expecting to be on it - and she's heard there's a precedent for non-rifties getting pulled into the congregational dreams.

For his part Aqil is mostly focused on chasing after Carina, eventually landing lightly on her back and nudging at her with his beak again. Iman knows he's half-listening, just as curious as she is, but he is rather enjoying his ability to just innocuously dick around as well. Lucky little shit.