Alive? [her tone is incredulous. she almost wants to laugh, but there was no jest in his tone - no mirth in his eyes, from what she saw.

still, that...

loathe to let go, she clutches at the back of his jacket as her brow furrows.]

No, I...I had the most dreadful dream - worse than the eye. I daresay I can't remember where it started or...where it...stopped... [no, that's not right. even as she speaks to it, she realizes that's not right.]

...I was dreaming, wasn't I?

[that had to be a dream.]