As she started to come to, she was increasingly aware that a limb was being interfered with and that someone was talking to her. Had it been closer to the time she had gone to sleep rather than in the latter hours she mightn't have woken so easily, it was difficult enough as it was to move through the groggy fog in her head. Words were coming and going, only some of them sinking in. Sorry. Fright. Death. Easy. Mess? It was an alarming cocktail of cognition and what finally gave her the push to wake up.

All at once and very suddenly she reanimated; she inhaled deeply, rolling from her side onto her back, the hand in Elladora's possession made a clumsy attempt at grasping, and finally her eyelids started to flutter into action, blinking irritably at the light and cold air that greeted them. "Nooo." The word lacked clarity as it left her mouth. Her eyes snapped shut again and arched her brows. "Too soooo-" Her brain belatedly realized it had heard the word dreams and started to build some context. Her eyes opened again and seemed resigned to remaining so. "Was I...?" Ursula had decided that what Elladora was trying to tell her was that she had just woken her from a troubled dream which amused her because she could remember nothing of a dream. Silly Ella, she couldn't remember her dreams with the sleeping draught! In that respect at least it was vastly superior to laudanum. She smirked sleepily up at her bedside companion.

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