Her gaze remains even, then it settles aside at their third for a moment before returning to Eren. "I do. I remember that, and every dream which hath crossed thy slumbering mind. Tis a foolish, wayward fantasy, yet remains that which is mine own to see done. Then, thou art from a time betwix? Neither the moment mine eyes fell, nor the moment mine eyes open?"

"It is." Being aware enough of it seems to surprise Ishmael, who hums in interest again. "Tis protection granted to I and mine own, to ensure that all is not lost. That a future can be protected, distant as it could be, but I confess t'was not mine desire to leave that which I hath called home."

She stands, towering high against the canopy of the surrounding forest, and swishes her tail as she turns.

"Come. I will show thou what must be done, for thou has come to wake me, hath thou not?"

There's this gut feeling that comes with it, that it isn't going to be anything easy, but she's eager now that she's been found; Ishmael, for his part, reaches out to touch Eren's arm, and mentions that staying too long would risk them never leaving. As fair warning.

The noise she makes is one of possible agreement, and her gait is surprisingly fast as she treads along the forest, through the lushness of this Wilde and on a path well-walked. Dreams, as they often do, folds time within itself, and despite the distance they might've walked it's as if none has passed at all, no fatigue nor sense of steps taken, and before them is a tree grander than all the rest.

It stands tall with scarred bark, with evidence of ages past in the knots and healed burns, dark wood branching off into pine-scented leaves, though they're clearly not needles. Créia slows as she reaches the trunk, half as wide as she is, and presses her claws against the bark.

"... This tree," she says, "hath an ill feeling about it in thy waking world. Mine brethren of sky and sea have treasures of their own, but thou see here that which holds mine own soul; find a way to free it of this curse and thou wilt free myself as well. Find mine brethren and see to them as well, and thou wilt be one step closer to the safety of thy world."

Threes, as ever. Ishmael studies the tree, and mentions that there's a large sort mentioned in song and tale, south of their northern most sister city, though obviously he can't say for certain one way or another if it's the same. The trees are always bigger where the leylines pool.

She considers the question, watching the tree before turning to Eren again.

"Yes," she replies. "Yes, it is mine belief that it would."

Ishmael, having somewhat enjoyed the trip here, asks Eren if he had anything else to ask, or if he would be satisfied for now; since they have her signature, as it were, they would be able to more easily find her the next, and so this wouldn't have to be the last they spoke.

Once done is done, Ishmael returns them with a quick step back to the area they'd first come into, before they'd met the guardian, and ask if Eren learned what he'd wanted to from the dreamwalking.

This'll be shortly before they Wake from the shrooms effects, and he'll be given a drink to clear the rest of the magic from his system so he isn't wandering on his own later that night.