"Yeah," Suyis agreed, shifting back humanoid. "Much easier to keep said distressed Other from injuring people. Or himself, for that matter." It was very easy, of course, for very upset Others that had skewed perceptions as, no doubt, Kassander did, to make mistakes and damage things and people they didn't intend to, even themselves. Suyis led the way to the basement, heading for the elevator, because that was likely to be the least annoying way of getting down there.
Unfortunately, the Har'zaref spanned quite the distance, and it wasn't so easy to just take the stairs. One would be climbing down stairwells for the next ten or fifteen minutes, and perhaps time wasn't of the essence, but there was a good chance it was. Suyis didn't know what would happen to this particular Other when separated from his Losrian for too long.
The bond between Other and Losrian was one that even they themselves didn't fully understand. One created the other, they knew, and plenty of times before they'd seen an Other die and later be reborn in some other form. People's dreams didn't necessarily die, just change, that was all.
But what happened to a dream when the dreamer met their end? Probably nothing good. Suyis had no reason to think this particular Losrian was gone forever, but he'd seen weirder things happen.
As they reached the lower levels, the lighting of course dimmed. Quiet, there was a rhythmic tapping sound just audible over the sound of the electrical generators and the filters for the water decks. As they got closer, Suyis could tell the tapping sound was the black dragon pacing around in the fibreglass enclosure Suyis had to keep him in. He looked somehow wilted, wings shredded and torn, dull scales, lifeless eyes, still blue, though, just dull and unfocused.
"All he does is pace," Suyis said. "Careful, he likes to randomly lunge at things." And strange people.