"Why forwards?" Toby asks, reluctant to advance. A foot shy of her adult height and as lanky as a teenager, she's heavy for her size and shape, definitely denser than a human would be. "It only started getting bad in here away from the path."

Her dreams don't tend to feature dream logic, even when there's some fantastical element. She's pretty sure the environment is going to respond to anything she says, too, but she has to say something.

Slowly she explains, "I was named for the human who helped my parents. We don't allow most humans to know we exist, yet, though the time will come. Tobias might well be the best of them."

And he's condescending and doesn't see anyone but you, maybe, as a person. You can't trust aliens, the wind cuts in, and Toby narrows her eyes. She doesn't want that to feel as true as it does.