[Perhaps it looked like the young girl could get up... but she doesn't. From this angle, it might be hard to see, that the feet sticking out from the lacy hems of her black and emerald gown are about hald the size that they should be. Maybe less. For now, she stays astride her rescuer, struggling to make sense of-]

No, I should... I should not call it a dream...

[Sieglinde takes back her words, the small hands once clutched and pulled through the dirt now gesturing uselessly in the air as if trying to form some sort of thought.]

A vision... But how did I not see it before... ? How could the Green Witch's bloodline have become so weak that I could not foresee destruction on such a scale... ?