A woman so heartless.

I'm going to jump in, but I'll have her eyes open in a few days. :)

Dreaming was also an experience. They didn't have colors, for Eilidh couldn't see yet, but they included other senses. There was movement and touch, taste, and smell. Sometimes there were good dreams, such as one where her mother would be paying her attention, unless it was a bath. While Eilidh loved attention, baths were a big no-no. There were also the bad dreams, the ones were she was alone and by herself. She was having one of those dreams when Constantine woke her with his movement.

The difference between dreams and reality were often obscured along some lines, for she didn't open her eyes when she woke up. Most of the dreams were forgotten upon awakening, which helped a great deal, but some of the persistent dreams stayed in her mind when she woke. This was one such time. Eilidh didn't even know that she had been asleep; everything was real to her as she had no concepts of possible and impossible. All she knew was that she had been lost and stranded, but now her brother bumped against her. The fur of Blue Willow was also felt, and she let out a relieved squeak.

Dante's presence was completely unknown to her.