The sudden shift in scenery makes Merrill's stomach twist slightly, but she has a feeling that's more the illness than anything else. She shifts to stand as Galadriel turns to face her, feeling it may be a better idea to stand in case everything moves again.

Or in case she's actually talking to a demon.

"It's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it..."

The Undying Lands. Elvenhome. She can't help but look at everything with wide eyes, only resisting the urge to touch things because she knows it will ruin the illusion.

"They say we are less than we were. That you believed we could get here... that means a lot to us. You have meant a lot to us, and I hope you know that." Meant and still means. Tenses are hard when you're in a dream, even if it isn't yours.

But they should wake up. Oh, they really should, even if Merrill doesn't want to leave this place.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen, and- everything I've dreamed a place like this could have been. How did you get here?"