"Right..." Rita breathes a sigh of relief. That is a pretty good application of that sort of ability. Maybe she shouldn't have worried...

Still sitting with her legs partly covered by her sleeping bag, Rita reaches out with a hand, blindly seeking his hand while her gaze drifts elsewhere.

"I don't mind," she says after a moment. "Letting you see my dream, I mean... We can try it." Her hand finds his, and she curls it around, lightly holding it. "But... dreams can be pretty weird, you know. Do you know what you're getting into?"