"Oh. Yes." Greta stills as the cat sniffs at her. Even if she hadn't witnessed the way it responded to that dream-fellow, she wouldn't do anything so rash as try to pet it. "This is a dream. The Rift does this sort of thing all the time, pulling people together in their sleep. You'll probably wake up wherever you were before you dozed off." 'Probably' being the keyword. She doesn't want to panic the creature - goodness knows what that would entail - but if the Rift hasn't taken it already, it ought to be on its guard.