Skisan shifted his focus between the different presences that were only partially there, through their connection with the stranger, and the memories passed along. They could be vulcanoids, but the memory just wasn't clear enough to tell. But what he did pick up for certain were beings he was entirely unfamiliar with. Which only solidified his impression that even if they were related to Vulcans, they were not Vulcans.

"If you wish, I can offer my aid in waking. You will still be in this dream, but it may be of assistance in collecting yourself." He could pick up the lingering hibernation fog, the sense of self muddled by the presence of others. Something he must have had a while, which meant Skisan would need to exercise care if he agreed to the offer.