"Oh, well. The world before this was a little girl's nightmare? The idea was we were sleeping in our home worlds, and we were brought into the dream that way. So we were Sleepers," he pauses. "It turns out it's more complicated than that, but that's the term we're used to."

He knows now they technically weren't sleeping, they were something else. Something... different. He's not sure if they'll end up calling themselves something different in this new world. Collectively, they've got so used to 'Sleepers', it feels weird to think of themselves as anything else. Language is funny like that, he supposes.

Once he gets his leg back and his alchemy in working order, he'll be considerably more threatening. But right now, he's about as dangerous as a newborn kitten.

"That's a good idea. And if you need a place to lay low... well, I don't know if our house is here or not, given it was technically in the dream. But you're welcome to stay with us."