I’m fine! I’m fine,” Allison tells the other woman easily. “I’ve had worse.” She doesn’t… exactly SOUND fine, though. She sounds… a little distant, a little woozy, almost, with what might almost be panic underneath all the rest (because it is, despite how hard she’s trying to hide it) and she’s staring at the eagle like she’s trying to figure out whether or not it’s REAL. Whether or not it actually did what she just saw it do. Because she is. The hallucinations are… strange, and surreal, and she’s remembering the surrogate sacrifice ritual a lot right now. The nightmares and hallucinations that had followed it.

“Please tell me you see the eagle.” It’s as close as she can come to admitting that there might be something wrong.