The rhinal voice again. It grows more familiar.

"Who brought us here?"

Turning towards the speaking voices. Squinting to try to see, the narrowed view only slightly clarifying.

"Sleep...therapy?"

Squinting to watch the goings-on.

A shaking head.

A rhinal voice speaking his words.

"May Peace find him."

At length, advancing.

Remember Peace.

A deep breath, shuddering.

There is some madness upon that one, a riddle in the Ridder.

A small tight smile.

Rhinal, rapid words.

"Alonso, son of Hidalgo, of Revelwood. I have not seen the sun since...too long now, so I cannot reckon the day."

Remember Peace. Squinting again because all is blurry, though the strange light that is not or rhadhamaerl or lillianrill no longer occasions ocular pain, even as its flickering distracts. But wariness need not be forgotten. Standing up, turning towards, hanging back. I did not fare well in the Swo...

Listening to both. Blinking repeatedly, eyes watering. "It is said that the ur-Lord spoke similarly of his experience in the Land, that it is merely simulacra seen in dream. And the Warmark Hile Troy, as well. But if we are in the land, aliantha and hurtloam should suffice to ease ills, and the--" A...

She could not help but let out a sigh. Both at the continued use of strange phrasing, and the question itself. "Honestly, I don't really know all that much. The asylum's been here for a long time, it got closed down a few times, but it always comes back. I've never actually been inside, most people...

Was it better to indulge a person's delusions, or to rebuke them? She couldn't be sure. It was like sleepwalking, wasn't it? You weren't supposed to wake a sleepwalker. Or you *were* supposed to wake a sleepwalker. "Uhm... I'm Sally-Anne Williams," she said, deciding to table the internal discussio...

"Listen," she said to her, "I don't know what world you think you're from, but it's clearly not this one. This is Earth. And I *think* we're in a town called Lakeshore. It's where I grew up. As a kid, it was stories about the biting fever and the slasher. And if you're talking about either of those...

Eyes squint as they look towards the shouting and the cloying speaker. Rhinal words, spoken as if to self. "No Oath of Peace. Are you Unfettered, then?" To the other woman. "You said there are stories? Joy is in the ears that hear, it is said. Perhaps I may find joy in your tales of this place? Or, ...