Katara could see this was not a moment to be filled with idle chatter or questions. Where they were had to be a temple from Roxie's own workd: somehow, Katara felt it. It may have had to do with what she'd seen before when Roxie slept, she wasn't sure. All she knew now was that this was something of her making, and something, like the Air temples and Damion's holy ground, sacred.

She could feel a presence around her: it was something like a steady hum but not, as if she were falling asleep to some kind of white noise she always needed as background. There was little doubt that this was a place of dreams, and of far more necessity than some of the other holy buildingd Katara had seen before. She took a breath and entered with Roxie, her expression solemn.