Sylvia seems content to just continue what she's doing to Henry, as he remains as stone-faced as ever throughout this entire weird-ass ritual. He continues to bleed from each shallow cut, seeping into his clothes, staining his pressed white shirt with an angry red.

She still does look over her shoulder whenever Shinobu speaks, but since the dream intruder isn't doing much to stop her, she doesn't present herself as a threat. Yet. When Shinobu turns to address them yet again, Sylvia's dagger stops and she looks over her shoulder again.

"Silly girl," she coos, her tone belittling and cloyingly sweet all at once. "You can't stop me."

Henry's finger twitches in his lap, like a patient stuck in a coma showing tell-tale signs of someone who can still hear and see and feel.