[If he suddenly threw a punch or swung something at her head, struck out while she was distracted and confused, then maybe she'd respond with violence — but only out of simple reflex, guild training rising up in lieu of conscious thought. For now, Lys is primed to do nothing except sit and wait and breathe, straightening up with a relieved sigh after a few long moments.]

Mm, I get it. [As the visions fade, she does her best to perk up and lighten the mood, offering a sunny and artless smile.] Honestly, I hope they're just.....bad dreams or something. I'd hate knowing what was happening back home and not being able to do anything about it.

[But she'd rather not think about that, so:]

Anyway, I'm Lys. Are you new here too?