The voice had not return and in its stead, Josh voiced his own thoughts. That was frustrating, to say the very least, that such a tale of time left the sellsword with more questions than answers. Nova sighed, knowing well enough it was pointless to give it another try and limped over to Josh. Of course, she did listen to what he had to say on the matter but it was mere speculation. There was just no way to prove their words right now, as the disembodied voice had seen to that. Dream dungeon or not, it was still all too much to bear on their mind, even if were more restless than usual.
"It could mean nothing, but it could mean anything." Nova surmised, the confusion still wore on her dirtied face. "I suppose only time will tell if anything comes out of this. But it feels real.." Her heart stirred a bit, still waiting to be convinced that whatever happened was for a purpose. For all she knew, it was a recurring dream, one that lapped over the original so that she saw her younger self walked the very corridors she just did in the dreamy hollow of what could only be was a great tree. She glanced back to the place where her blade rested, but nothing stood. It had simply disappeared, just as the creature did. The young mercenary looked to the heavenly glow set forth then turned to Josh.
"I think it's time for us to part ways." She smiled, before taking the first step back to warmth bed covered with cold sweat. It was sudden, as if waking from a horrid state. Nova quickly sat up, brushy hair followed as the late morning sun filled the room with light. Bleary eyes tried to focus and only a minute had past until she realized where she was -- her bedroom.
Was it really a dream?