She wraps her arms around herself, pulling the bathrobe tighter and she nods.
"Yes," she confirms. "I thought I was dreaming, until I never woke up. And then I assumed I must be hallucinating the whole thing."
She couldn't look at him. He was obviously uncomfortable with her, which wasn't his fault, but it wasn't helping her feel less self-conscious and weird about the whole thing herself. There was so much racing through her mind about how? and why? and what could cause this? Never mind, could it be reversed? The last one made her stomach lurch and she battled a wave of nausea and fought back the tears that had sprung into her eyes. Hers? Were they still her eyes?
She shook her head. "Not yet, please," she said. "I can't have anyone else gawking at me right now. But maybe at some point you could go talk to him and explain it or send him a message. We should also find out if anything similar has happened to anyone else here. I guess I can check the message boards."