[She laughs, humourlessly, wiping sweat from her brow.]

I've seen what it's like on the other side. Reality's cruel but dreams are... worse.

So much worse. [Gnarled trees, a skeleton with a crown with no voice to speak for itself, a cat curled up in the tree staring down at her with a shining grin, blood on her clothes, blood on her hands, a knife used for butchering pigs, Adaine. Adaine. Adaine. Adaine.]

We need to get out of here. Before we can't go back.