Elisabeth had been too deep in a slumber to remember if she were dreaming or not, but either way, she was awake by means not of her own accord. She had felt the way Michael's body had tensed, had changed under her touch and it stirred her enough to worry her.
Blinking slowly, she tilted her head back and up to peer at him. Voice frog-like from lack of use, she asked (while gently taking hold of his chin to turn his face toward her), "Alright over there, luv?"