Close, now. Closer than they were, at least, and Merrill outstretches a hand for Galadriel as she walks closer.

"This will sound strange," she starts, shifting her weight slightly on bare feet before settling, centering herself. "There is strange magic that is pulling people into dreams, making spirits visible from beyond the Veil, even though it isn't any thinner. I'm one of the people who is sick."

This close, maybe Galadriel can see the sheen of sweat, the way her vibrant green eyes look paler, duller.

"I need you to wake up with me."