[Ilsa is silently thoughtful for a moment as she sets the orchids down on the single table that he has nearby. Well, at least it's adding some colour to the room...

But she turns around to face him, her expression a touch more attentive.]

I'm not sure.

[For the first time in a while, Ilsa isn't sure about a lot of things here.]

The fairies seemed quite convincing, but I know not to trust them completely. Their vagueness on the situation didn't help their case, however.

[Which is what pissed her off even more.]

I'm more inclined to believe this is a dream.