Emma had drifted off to sleep. The medi-witches had carefully fed her some potions, and just that little bit of activity had exhausted her. But in her dreams, she had heard something familiar, and she had followed the sound to consciousness.
Her eyelids slitted open at first, but they proved more cooperative than earlier and she was able to get her eyes mostly open.
She didn't question why his voice was so familiar to her. Her hand just instinctively squeezed the one holding it.
'Dunno,' she said, the sound more like an escaping breath than a voice.