There's one more questioning tug of sleep in Loki's direction, which will fade if he ignores it.

The moment Aralu [and Loki if he so chooses] drifts off, she [and Loki] find themselves in a mostly blank space, the same young man who was unconscious awake now, dressed in modern clothes and looking rather concerned and almost nervous before he gives a sigh of relief, half floating over to the redhead.

"I thought that was you. Thank god..." he sighed again. "Aralu, what's going on? The Dreaming... where are we?"