Skisan picked up the brush of telepathy and allowed himself to listen, sending a message as well. It wasn't so much words as a cue that he was listening and ready for whatever this person had to share.

He could go back to broaching the idea that he wasn't whatever species the stranger thought he was later. And in fact, he wanted to. Not because the stranger needed to understand. This was a dreamscape, the stranger might well wake up later and forget all of this. He wanted to make it understood so that he could learn about this species. If there was another group of vulcanoids in the galaxy, he wanted to find them.