(she sighs, and sets her book aside properly. in lieu of a bookmark, she's just going to have to remember what page she's on.)
Everything.
(the magic, whether this is a dream or not (and having to accept that, some how, both are true), all of the different people here who came from all sorts of different places and different time periods. some of them knowing her, already, or at least recognising her face.
one thing sticks out most of all. she rubs the back of her neck for a moment, and looks at lev.) I don't like that we can't leave.
no subject
Everything.
(the magic, whether this is a dream or not (and having to accept that, some how, both are true), all of the different people here who came from all sorts of different places and different time periods. some of them knowing her, already, or at least recognising her face.
one thing sticks out most of all. she rubs the back of her neck for a moment, and looks at lev.) I don't like that we can't leave.