[Ilsa, too, finds this all very difficult to fully believe. She's still convinced that this must be some crazy dream that her imagination has conjured up, and that she will awaken in her bed safe and sound just as she left herself... but the longer she stays here, the longer it begins to feel that isn't the case.

And for the first time since they left Eustace's house, she does frown a little.]

I gave the fairies quite the earful when I arrived, but they assured me that this was very real. I was convinced it was just a dream, and then you answered the door...

[There's something of a scoff that escapes from her.]

And now you're about to tell me that you really are from a year in the future. I'm not sure my consciousness could come up with something quite as elaborate as this.