She clings to the reassurance as much as the hands, and maybe it's only because of where they are in the Dreaming that she lets herself so desperately do so.

It's a determination in overcoming it that she really has to cling to, in the idea that she and Percy can overcome and survive Tartarus together, because without that, it's just as good as accepting death. And she's not okay with that.

But this isn't Tartarus right now, it's not even Rome, is it? It all feels so terribly real, a little moreso than the way she's been experiencing in her nightmares since watching it happen. Nobody usually shows up in those, though.

"Can you break it?" she gets out, looking up at Soranik and trying to bite back on hopefulness. "The web, can you cut it?"

She's not entirely sure it was always there, but she spots her knife beside them. It shouldn't be there, it should have fallen in Tartarus already, but she really doesn't want to question it right now.