Oh, dreams. That makes a little more sense, once Tidus pieces together what she means. He hums a small note, but there's nothing else he has to really add about that. Those weird world destroying things... he hasn't got any idea about what they are.

"Well... it probably still takes power to repair - the same it's using to travel through the void. So it must've done it 'cause it had to. You can't go around with a dent or hole or whatever in you."

Right? So, makes sense it would wanna fix up whatever busted it.

"But usually it saves all those jobs 'til we hit a platform." And if that was the case... he breathes out audibly, doubt in him as he suggests, perhaps unhelpfully:

"Are you sure it wants to talk to us? Even if it got more energy, or you did a bigger talk circle - what do you want to ask it? What if talking's not important to it?"