[ Although she'd been living in Songerein for two months now, Zelda jumped at the chance to join the newly arrivals in dreamwalking practice. The princess was aware that she lagged behind her fellow dreamwalkers in terms of magical ability, so she all but begged the tapirs to allow her to join in the practice.

This dreamscape seemed a lot like the one that the other dreamwalkers had only just woken up from, a spooky, haunted sort of place. This time, though, Zelda found herself in the form of an ornate porcelain doll with voluminous blonde ringlets. The many nicks and cracks in her porcelain skin were repaired using the kintsugi technique. Her every limb felt strangely stiff and it was a challenge just to turn around to find the source of the voice she heard. ]

Oh, that probably shouldn't be like that. [ That eye looks like it's just about to fall off. Maybe Zelda can sew it back on. ] The eye, I mean. The rest-- [ She gestures at Oriphi's form. ] ---is a common side-effect of entering a dreamscape. It's to help us blend in with the dream world.