He meant well, Yukong knew this, but she was exhausted on some deep and abiding spiritual level and wanted nothing more than to go home, brew some tea, curl up on a couch, and read some mindless book. Something lightweight to take her mind off of things.

But it's not like she can do that now, can she? But the boy sounds like he's calmed down - good. While he talks, she starts to look around for, if nothing else, something she can cover herself with so they can actually get from Point A to Point B.

She misses a lot of things at the moment.

"I've found that in situations like this, the choices you given are more of a...formality, shall we say? Than they are a true option. Start with whichever you think would be the most useful: the dream, or what came before for you."