For a moment, it almost seems like she can climb out of this strange state of mind, come to full consciousness, but his touch sends her back into it.  Reassured that Allanara is not in danger, Mariska relaxes a little, and as he strokes her hair, she leans into his caress.  It is a gentle touch, but the dream had left her feeling a need, despite the fear it had reawakened in her as well.<br/><br/>"That feels nice," she whispers.