I'm not all powerful. The webs I weave aren't prisons. If someone is needed in their home more than they're needed here or if they perceive that need to be more, the web might release them.

[Fayura's expression turns thoughtful. She doesn't talk much theory to people, and when she does, she does tend to get excited about it.]

Without examining the web with someone who knows what's going on back in your home Realm, I wouldn't be able to draw an accurate conclusion. I could make several guesses. Informed opinions, I mean. Not guesses. But I would need to know what's happening in your original Realm, perhaps, and then there's the flavor of the web and the potency of the dream—oh.

[She touches her fingers to her lips.]

Perhaps it was his dream. He found your friend, Leo.