"What if you just let me have the rag?" Ellis sounds somewhere between incredulous and bewildered. Being set upon by an insistent, diminutive Chantry sister in the middle of this situation is breaking apart the logic of this dream.
"I don't think you're supposed to be here," He continues quickly, reaching to try and snag the handkerchief from her. Possibly a futile attempt. Even in the hazy space of this dream, her determination is formidable.
"It's a handkerchief," she tells him, mildly offended. It's easier to focus on the real person in front of her than whatever is happening around her, even if there's part of her chattering about potential danger. As far as she can tell, nothing's really tried to kill her yet.
She hasn't a clue if it would hurt or not. Her fingers drum restlessly on Ellis' knee as she surrenders the handkerchief to him. "I'm not, but I haven't the slightest idea how I'm meant to get out. There's some strangeness happening that's nothing to do with me, yet here I am anyhow."
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"Bugger if I know, I've been wandering for an age at least." She tugs at his sleeve irritably, "Lean down, would you."
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"I don't think you're supposed to be here," He continues quickly, reaching to try and snag the handkerchief from her. Possibly a futile attempt. Even in the hazy space of this dream, her determination is formidable.
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She hasn't a clue if it would hurt or not. Her fingers drum restlessly on Ellis' knee as she surrenders the handkerchief to him. "I'm not, but I haven't the slightest idea how I'm meant to get out. There's some strangeness happening that's nothing to do with me, yet here I am anyhow."