She tries to keep grip of her, but Marian's hands are intangible, like smoke.
Building her own path? Clever Marian, resourceful Marian, of course she is finding her own way. Elaine smiles weakly. The dreamspace is getting harder to hold together, the darkness is circling and drawing closer.
We love you, Marian. Her voice is a softer whisper. Remember we love you. Robin loves you.