Oh. Right, the underworld. She reaches up to scratch just under one of her pigtails and then makes a grunting noise at the sand that shakes out of her hair in general.

"Yeah, you've got a point. This sand is way too real and I'm usually not this masochistic in my dreams."

Well, at least with sand anyhow. There's sand in her hair (conversely to him she knocked the wind out of herself by hitting her back instead, how nice) and sand in her shoes and probably sand down her shirt. There's too much of it for it not to be real.

"So we talking about Dante's Inferno type of Hell and Underworld and all that or is this more like the River Styx and Cerberus?"