Perhaps. [ she demurs, in a manner that rings strongly of please don't insult my intelligence. Still, we're she aware of his thoughts she'd agree with him on the hallucination front.
... Their surroundings look familiar. She pauses. Her eyes trace the frame of a fallen tree, follow where it points to another one. She'd carved a notch in the bark then- and sure enough there it is. ]
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... Their surroundings look familiar. She pauses. Her eyes trace the frame of a fallen tree, follow where it points to another one. She'd carved a notch in the bark then- and sure enough there it is. ]
There's something going on here.