Ahava shrugged, reaching out to gently pat the horse's shoulder. "We all come from different dimensions, with very different ideas of what's normal and what isn't. People come from places where aliens are unheard of or considered the enemy, and then expected to work with them, for example. Then someone starts messing with our dreams and everyone's stressed..."

She smiled again. "Sparks flying is bound to happen as often, sometimes more than, not. So far it seems like everyone can pull together well enough when they have to, but at this point, it still feels like it would be easy for something to break the crew into fragments. And it would remain to be seen if they could pull back into a whole again afterwards."