Mariska's eyes meet Arioch's and she finds it difficult to speak.  The fading dream lingers with the intent way he looks at her, and for a moment it seems she cannot separate the two.  She pushes a lock of hair that has come loose from her braid back behind her ear in a nervous gesture.<br/><br/>"A dream..." she says, still disconcerted.  "Just a dream.  I'm fine."  She pauses a moment, and then asks, "How long was I asleep?"