[Her expression soured further, but she said nothing. Splitting hurt immensely for her- thus the odd scream before the dreamscape welled into being- but she turned out fine, didn't she?

She continued to bash down walls. Really, the things she does for him...!]

To your credit, you have treated me with respect. ...Until I have not been "right".

This is me, G'raha Tia, had I never left the Steppe. And unfortunately, so is... that.

[She paused and pointed up. An odd, tinny radio music was playing through the halls, and the decor had begun to go from vibrant color to grayscale.]

That side avoids me, as it should. It fought so hard to bottle me with pretty little meals and dresses.