[Surely, this was a dream. It felt as much to her, and it certainly wasn't her first lucid one. Only in dreams could a place like this exist after all, she was sure.
Where they were, alive and whole.
Her head tilts, down towards the flash of something beneath their cloak. An imperfection that hadn't been there, when she'd last saw them in one piece.
That, atop what they just wrote out to her, gave way to a lot more questions than any actual answers. The hesitation now was not just of emotion: to be honest she wasn't sure what she should be asking first. She found one, one that had been growing since they'd reached out to her, and had only become more pressing.]
... You are so strangely self aware, for a dream.
[The actual question unspoken, but it was obvious all the same. This was no mere, idle dream, was it?]
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Where they were, alive and whole.
Her head tilts, down towards the flash of something beneath their cloak. An imperfection that hadn't been there, when she'd last saw them in one piece.
That, atop what they just wrote out to her, gave way to a lot more questions than any actual answers. The hesitation now was not just of emotion: to be honest she wasn't sure what she should be asking first. She found one, one that had been growing since they'd reached out to her, and had only become more pressing.]
... You are so strangely self aware, for a dream.
[The actual question unspoken, but it was obvious all the same. This was no mere, idle dream, was it?]