Hypnos spreads his hands. "Oh, that's easy. It's a dream. Well, not as much of a dream as when were asleep earlier, but it still feels dreamy."

Which is probably why there's a near-indiscernible feel of tension in his brother's bearing. What does Death know about sleep? That's Hypnos' single area of expertise.

"We should take notes. There's some inspiring ideas we could bring back to the Master." And getting in a good word with Hades is never a bad idea for Hypnos.

He's already feeling a little better, now that Thanatos is here with him. Able to think, instead of just spiraling around in panic. Just a dream... a shared dream... that he has no control over, but still, familiar territory.