"Just...something from a dream." Nadine shook her head, turning hastily away from the plate of food as though it frightened her. It was just dreams. It was all just dreams. Dreams that seemed real, dreams that she'd lived as though they were real, but they weren't real.

"I...I... I can't eat that," she said, her voice stilted as she held up a hand, as though warding the food away. The way she moved - quick and almost jerkily - and the wild cast to her eyes gave the impression of a woman long mad.