Sina's eyes widen in surprise as the water parts, and then they trail back to the masked face, narrowing. There are frequently demons about, circling like vultures over a dying deer, and tonight is no exception; they're everywhere in the two mages' periphery, lurking, waiting.
She recognizes that this person isn't a demon, but never before has someone other than Cole altered her dream in this way. ...Cole might have been a demon.

"Pretty words spoken by many," she says in a hiss, "before they flew away to let me drown." Sina herself could pass for an abomination in this state, so worn down by misery of this uncontrollable magic that she's quite literally falling apart at the seams.
"You're no different, ive'an'virelan," she continues, stepping toward him, fearlessly touching the mask. "No true dragon would speak in a man's voice."