She's friends with the werewolf too? Jim still doesn't particularly trust the guy, but if Adia and his older doppelganger both are willing to vouch for him... well, it's something to think about, anyway. Jim nods slowly, contemplatively. He's not exactly gonna rush out to be friends, but if they ever meet again, maybe it'll be under less hostile circumstances.

He pays close attention to her drawing, a species he doesn't recognize at all. There was nothing like that in his Nightmare, not that he saw. From what he understands of what she's written, this Great One is no monster, no matter how it looks. There was only one other living creature anywhere in that hellish place, the worst kind of monster imaginable, wrapped in a deceptively harmless human shell.

Whatever the case, Adia seems to have come out of it much better than he has, though he doesn't resent her for it, not for an instant. He's glad that somebody could get something positive out of that madness. He hesitates, not able to talk too deeply about what he saw there, even if he'd wanted to. But he doesn't have to go into detail, not that she might be able to understand it all with the language barrier in place. "Not help being innen my Nightmarr. Verst child mémoire, but... uh, tordita." He mimes twisting something in his hands, wringing an imaginary object out of shape. "Not real." Not how it actually happened, not that it was any less traumatizing the second time around.

Well, that is certainly a clear enough sentiment, and Jim can't help but agree. "He bete like ikh spolek being. Err... science test?" He's blanking on the word he wants in the old dialect, but hopefully that's enough to get the point across. Talking about the Nightmare like it was some kind of fun experiment was off-putting to say the least.