"Diarmuid," Tommin said slowly, turning his sightless eyes in the direction of the Inquisitor who had been helping him throughout the journey. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and cracked, and his mouth felt drier than a desert, but he licked his lips several times and made himself keep speaking despite the pain.
"Am I trapped in a nightmare?" Tommin asked. "Or is that," he started, swallowing heavily as he struggled to ask if the impossible was really happening. "Is that Lady Ashlynn's voice I hear?"
"This is real, Sir Tommin," Ashlynn called from outside the carriage before Diarmuid could offer any response. Not that Diarmuid was in any condition to respond to Tommin's question. The Inquisitor had been staring at Ashlynn in disbelief ever since she addressed Lord Loman as 'brother-in-law,' and he still wasn't sure that he believed his eyes, despite the truth in front of him.
