[private] in dreams

[Risa]

Risa watches with concern as the stranger moves oddly across the ground. There is blood streaked across his body, standing out so clearly from the pale white coat. And though she has no ability to heal, nothing she can offer except for comfort, she follows. If nothing else she can take note of where he is and then find… some kind of help. This Beqanna is so strange but the abundance of the strange helps to foster hope that help will not be too difficult to locate. When he collapses, she hurries to his side — confirming that he is, in fact, still breathing. In fact, despite the battered appearance of his body he seems to be perfectly and peacefully asleep. Strange strange strange echoes through Risa's head as she observes for a quiet moment, memorizing what she can tell someone else about his condition. Her dark blue eyes are soft with worry for this stranger and she cannot help but reach out to gently touch his skin, a breath of a promise that help will come soon. Except she too falls as soon as she makes contact. A sleep that feels the same as when she had died pulls hers down without mercy. Down and sideways and up and in all sorts of directions as her consciousness is yanked into a dream not of her own creation.