Isra nodded as he confirmed her thoughts. This had to be his dream then. And a memory one at that. She wondered if it was a good one or a bad one. She might be able to change it for him if it was bad. Just this once. Isra had another look at the carnival around them before following the man into the tent.
"Did you move around a lot?" she asked, assuming that he would have, being in a carnival show and all. Isra shadowed him through the stands. She was more at ease here than she would have been in the real world, although she still had a little of her guard up. This wasn't exactly a normal occurrence, even for her.