[Edelgard's eyes watch Leslie for a moment, intent but with a softness to them that few outside of children could earn without months of getting to know her. The questions are not unexpected, but they are quite astute. It marks her as a precocious little thing, far cleverer than many her age, and her relative calm helps as well.]

Dreams...are often misunderstood. Some of them are your own imagination, but there are other kinds of dreams. A world beyond sleep, beyond what your dreaming mind might know to be possible. I thought once as you did, but this place has disabused me of that notion.

Still, it's quite clever of you to jump to that conclusion, because it makes a great deal of sense.

[Her head tilts, her hand reaches out, palm up for Leslie to take, if she would like.]

May I know your name?