The City does seem to favor you, [ Though whether that's because Ariadne is patently unsuccessful at lying low and keeping to herself, or if there's something else involved entirely, is a question for another night. This, is simply an observation— the way he observes the slight lean of Ariadne into his shoulder. He amends, ] If being cursed is something one can be favored at.

[ As a rule, Yusuf is not a fan of assumptions. He's not a yes or no answer kind of guy, but he likes explanations, empirical evidence to back up his decision process. What they're doing here, is assuming. Assuming that they're not dreaming. Assuming that this is the topmost level of an alternate reality. Assuming that because something worked in their world, it will work in this one as well. They have evidence to support the latter, which is the only reason Yusuf is entertaining it without qualm— but that evidence is based on the agreed upon assumption that this is reality. A reality. The merging of realities.

Yusuf's head knocks back against the wall, chasing the cyclical thoughts from his mind. ] Correct, the heavy-duty sedatives wouldn't be necessary. Assuming the clients were willing and eager to dream, we might not even need sedatives. [ Depending on what the client wanted out of the dream and how strenuous it would be to achieve the desired result. The planning and execution of each dream would have to be tailored to each individual.

At her tone, Yusuf lets his head roll a fraction to the side, his curls cushioning where the back of his head is pressed against the wall. ] Are you worried you couldn't assimilate that breadth of information?