Daff's consciousness floated in and out as she tried to find some kind of focus on whatever it was that was happening around her. She was keenly aware of the pain in her head and shoulder. Her left arm felt as if it weren't quite there anymore, but she could definitely feel her fingers, so there was that. What kind of dream was this anyway? It wasn't a very good one. She had longed for a good night's sleep for a while now, but this was certainly not it.

It was eerily quiet, something of which she was also focused on, but it seemed almost deafening. What scared her was that she couldn't remember why she had been frightened by in the first place.

Hearing her name in a familiar voice, but so very far away, had her stirring. Not enough for her to come too, but she groaned as she tried to move and found she couldn't. The pain of the movement sent her spiraling downward, thoroughly slipping back into the darkness she had found herself in.