[Sieglinde is so used to being tended by others, her hair fixed and her gowns fit over her head, that she almost doesn't register being fussed over. She just moves a little to accommodate it, likewise by instinct, woodenly lifting her arms here and there, but-]
Did you see the same... the same dream?
[She's still winded, the shock of her rebirth rattling around in her head, but she's growing more alert, her pulse evening, her pupils dilating.]
With the darkness... swallowing everything around you... ?
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Did you see the same... the same dream?
[She's still winded, the shock of her rebirth rattling around in her head, but she's growing more alert, her pulse evening, her pupils dilating.]
With the darkness... swallowing everything around you... ?