Rhiow's ears flicked back and forth quickly at that. "Wonderful," she murmured, unconsciously echoing Plays' thoughts. "Well, now we know what one of your deep-rooted fears is. Hunt's Luck, cousin. I'm Rhiow, and I seem to have stumbled into your nightmare."

Stumbled in or deliberately crossed was up for debate. Maybe the fact that their dreamscapes were so similar was an explanation for why she was able to enter his. "May I ask what city this is?"