[She feels the worry that had begun to make her chest tighten ease away, just a touch, pressing her lips together into a thin, concerned line as he pulls away and straightens his posture. She can't know for certain what he's seeing now, if it's the same illusion or if contact had somehow revealed the truth, but he knows who she is without question, and that can only be a good thing, can't it?

At his question, she shakes her head, slowly.]

I'm not, but I... I was having a very strange dream. It was very unsettling.

[The word doesn't seem strong enough, but it's the closest thing she can land on. However—]

There was something. Earlier, downstairs, I walked past some of the plants in the hallway, and they began to wither. It was being quite sudden, but I was not seeing anyone I was not supposed to— although if I was, how would I be knowing? Am I... the first you've seen like this?