Kaathe knew that Henry would say something that basically said, 'let pain make you stronger.' Contrary to what people think, it was actually a fairly common phrase, spoken to those going through some sort of crisis. Still, the words must have some sort of power over others, since it seems to work a lot of the time. In any case, it seemed that Landeel had some wit about him yet. Though it earned the elf a glare from the man, at least Kaathe's words had some effect on him. To be completely honest, the dark elf was antagonizing him. It was supposedly a dream, after all.
Moving on, the three of them decided to leave this place. Henry opened another door. Immediately, the smell of sweet confections spread out from within. Kaathe had a sneaking suspicion that this one belonged to Cythlla. He assumed that this seemed to be the type of food she would like. By the sound of merriment coming from within, it was definitely a dream of sorts and not some sort of nightmare. Unless she hated sweets and joy. Hopefully that wasn't the case.
...Huh. Kaathe hadn't noticed it, but he had been thinking about Cythlla a lot lately. A lot more than everyone else, anyway. He wasn't sure why. She was just a girl. A powerful, dark necromancer of a girl, but still...He didn't understand why. For now, he'd have to push those thoughts aside, and focus on the task at hand. He turned to Henry and asked,
"Henry...Do you think this is where Cythlla is?"
