Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

Toula, guided by steps not her own in halfsleep. followed by an attendant, she mumbled something—she felt called, someplace, somewhere. they must move on. but first—
she seemed to awake in the center of the Pass. and looking down, there was the Mazoi, much loved by her. Toula sings for @Tavina, and rushes closer to press a wrist against head to seek for signs of illness. not hot, only sleeping—the tiny cries were answered with similar ones by the Queen. 
wake, she coaxed gently, if you can hear me—open your eyes, see me! show me you are alright, please, please!