Rita looks up. "It's about those fae artifacts." In truth, Rita had no idea what she was reading until this very moment, but now, she's convinced that's what she's been doing all this time. It makes sense, after all. "We have to find them soon, if we want to help the blastia."

In true dream fashion, the words in the book don't form any coherent, readable sentences. But at the same time, it looks like a dense, ancient text. And in true Rita fashion, she's brought her work with her into her dreams, even though she can't actually make progress here. But she doesn't know that.