[Well, that's some relief, at least. Janis is real, at least in some strange capacity. She's as real as Discord and his pony friends are, and alive as the near centuries old Antonio Salieri. Maya would know, after all, she's fallen asleep to Janis's warmth, her heartbeat, her scent, the last few nights. None of those would exist if Janis wasn't somehow real.]

So you aren't going to disappear on me once this is all over? That's... good.

[After a moment, though.]

I am sorry I made you feel as if you could not tell me about this.