Good hallucinations?

Rolling her eyes Conwood pouted internally. Before she could protest the remaining ride they had, the horse was on the move. Grumbling to herself she crossed her arms, trying to remain upset. Though it was not her place to be upset; would it have been kind? Yes. Was it necessary? No.

After thinking on it, she let out a breath and looked up at the night sky. “I will pay for the night’s stay.” Shrugging it off, she then realized that she had no money of her own. On the up side, she did have the ability to alter someone’s vision as to hallucinate. Hallucinations don’t always have to be bad, they can appear in the form of dolloped sized silver and gold coins. “Besides, it is the least that I could do. After all, you did save me from my own imagination.”