Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

"reverie. the golden doe, with the blue eyes. she came to me, rev, she is —" and he was holding the man's forearm, shaking him a little, when a spasm of muscles clutched his body and he fell back, insensate.
when lestan returned to himself, it was in chagrined lucidity. he peered around for the man again, finding him quite flesh and blood. the bone felt solid in his paw. "where am i?"