Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

It slowly dawned on her that she was not alone, but the realization remained distant and somewhat fuzzy. It didn't seem as pressing as it should have. She stared at Bjarna, uncomprehending.
What's happening to me?
It was the same thing that always happened, but she didn't know that right now. She felt dizzy and disconnected, like the world had tilted to one side and only she remained upright. When Bjarna moved closer, she didn't react. She wouldn't for some time. She wouldn't speak either, but she would mutely follow the pale wolf's direction if prompted.