"I did it," Stefan answers, tearing his attention away from her declaration of her brother's profession to her demands. "I can... Weave the dreams of others, take control and spin it in whatever direction I'd like." Knowing how much of an invasion that sounds like (and is), Stefan presses on with his explanation. "You wouldn't wake up. I was worried. I intended to see what was keeping you unconscious, but found..." He gestures, vaguely, not wanting to recreate the horrifying scenario he'd stumbled upon when he first stepped into her head.

He takes a step towards her, making up for one of the steps she took back from him. "This, I did, to distract you. Whatever that was... You shouldn't have to experience it." Relive it? Now's not the time to ask.