"Yes, I've been there," Mariska whispers, averting her eyes, looking at her hands, clasped tightly in her lap.  Arioch can sense the tension in her, the tension brought on by the dream.  Inwardly, she is struggling between wanting to speak, and wanting to let what is hidden remain that way.<br/><br/>She lifts her head back up, meeting his luminous blue eyes, and she does want to trust him, but the fear in her is too strong. "I can't...tell you," she says softly.  "It's too hard to talk about it."  The expression on her face is almost pleading, and she struggles again, trying to force her mind out of this strange semi-trance.