Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

Mallaidh pulls away when she’s still touched, wincing as the tree rubs against her tender shoulder, and she struggles to stand up. It takes several seconds for the full weight of realization that it is Blixen in front of her, shouting questions at her, and it takes even longer for her brain to finally come out of deep sleep.
 
“Don’t yell,” she says hoarsely, squinting with one eyes as if she were blocking out the sun (despite darkness around them), looking up at the fiery girl. She hardly has time to think when she finally processes the question, shaking her head. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” she tries to assure, but her lips work well before her brain does, “some idiot on the ridge. Rose found me.”