[Hearing Lord Saxon's vehement denial of what has been happening cheers her. If he is completely sure this place is real, then it must be. Must it not?]

I pray that you are right, Lord Saxon. I truly do. I do not want what I see when I am not here to be real.

[She looks worried the moment the words leave her lips, and she mutters, mostly to herself, but still audible.]

The Reverend Mother will take away my bread and water ration if I have said as much in my sleep. I hope that I have not.