The layered voice laughed at her sad attempt to stay with the Mentalist. "So you prefer to suffer at his side? That is all well and good. You stay here and he cannot wake up to escape." The shadow of a feeling of the entity stepped away from Marlow, out into the noise of the pocket nightmare.
When the vine protection broke from around Issac, he fell forward, clawing at the floor to get out of the ringed center. While he was very aware that Marlow was there, he could not break out of the nightmare portion. The intensity of the dreamworld mixing with magic did not appear all the time, though the voices were neverending.
The invisible entity grabbed Issac by the ankle and flung him back toward Marlow. His body landing sprawled directly next to her. Green eyes blinked up, focusing on her face. 'Dreamwalker?'