The murky darkness is gradually flushed away by a blurred palette of colours as Anli's vision returns, followed by the more distinct shape of the Private's face as he kneels over the supine girl.  She squints, momentarily struggling to grasp her surroundings, sitting up with Bustol's aid.<strong>"Uhm ...?  No, I'm fine, I just ..."</strong>she trails off, not entirely sure what just happened.  Cautiously, she finds her feet and dusts off her clothing while letting the momentary sense of vertigo pass, turning her gaze to the young man next to her and then down to the red book.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry about that ... I don't know what came over me,"</strong>she says.  She kneels to pick up the book, closing it and hastily setting it back down on the desk, as though at any moment it could spontaneously turn into an angry viper in her hands.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know,"</strong>she replies to his last question.<em>That was clearly some kind of sorcery at work -- but for what?  Why would Varen leave such a thing to me?</em><strong>"He, ah, could be odd at times.  What were you saying?"</strong>