Isabel was relieved when Rogue seemed to snap out of it. No wonder she had bags under her eyes if she was reliving the memories of jerks like this. There were others too, this was hardly the first one she had seen but definitely the most disgusting.
"I think you can change it, you just did," Isabel pointed out. Sure, she had interrupted the action but she hadn't actually set the scene. She could manipulate the scene itself but Rogue was the one setting it. She couldn't do what Adrian could do. Their abilities, though similar, worked differently. Adrian pulled a dreamer into his own dreamscape, Isabel was a witness to the dreamer's dream.
Besides, Rogue wasn't going to be able to learn how to help herself if Isabel did all of the heavy lifting for her. "Just, I don't know, concentrate really hard on something else, somewhere else. It's your dream. You're in control."
Sort of. Dreams were tricky things. Often the dreamer didn't even know they were dreaming which made lucid dreaming difficult. But Isabel knew the more Rogue practiced the better she would get at it.