[ Even when considering the one who once captured Morpheus, she struggles to extend that kind of amateur luck any further. Would such a man have succeeded at trapping all of the Endless? Who could trip into such power and not become immediately consumed, themselves?

But on that, she won't prod, setting aside such thoughts for the moment. She isn't in any hurry to address that than she is the state she was in when he first told her of it.

Her chair shifts closer, making it easier to slide her foot further beneath the table and brush her ankle against his. Far from attempting to be cheeky, it's an attempt at quiet comfort, however meager. ]

That much does seem similar to the City—an exercise in camaraderie so as to better come together and save a world.

[ If that's the truth, and for now it may be best to act as such, until she can prove otherwise.

She'll glance again to his placard. ]

However, I feel as though I am missing a finer detail on this particular conversational topic.

[ She doesn't like it when jokes are lost on her, but with how much can get lost in translation, that's nothing new in these other worlds. ]