The Sentinels yours immortally

when her eyes opened, there was a distinct haze that permeated the realm. to concentrate on one thing for too long was to distort it, and yet she could not help but attempt to focus on the source of the words she had heard. who it belonged to was indisputable, and she floated as she roused herself. 

he was as she remembered! 

deirdre's emerald eyes were not at all disbelieving, but she was bewildered nonetheless. she wondered if... 

athair, she whispered, before moving to touch him, to hold him. would her dreams permit this? permit her to feel? sometimes she felt everything--other times, she felt nothing at all. tá mé dearmad pian, tá do ghuth a antidote! it was him that she had most longed for, in all of her dreams!