[Eyes widen at the cloud mallows. The fact that she can conjure nearly anything she likes out of thin air, apparently, does not abate the surprise that she chose... this, but he eventually sits down, hair pooling around the bottom of his fluffy new seat.]

So we've come from somewhere else? That would make sense. [Why he can sense that there's more beneath the surface, even though he cannot peer past it. This is comforting, knowing that it is the default, rather than a permanent consequence.]

You said this was a recreation of your home. You have dragons?