[When they reach the little alcove, Edelgard settles Byleth down against the wall as best she can, trying to get her to slide down and sit in relative comfort. Better not to push oneself when one's so injured.]
But there's no simple explanation. We are in a dream that bridges worlds. Our world and another, a place called Geardagas. This is...I suppose this dream is like some sort of conduit, because people who wake in the dream find themselves in this other world. Or, they often do, I've learned. There do seem to be exceptions.
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[When they reach the little alcove, Edelgard settles Byleth down against the wall as best she can, trying to get her to slide down and sit in relative comfort. Better not to push oneself when one's so injured.]
But there's no simple explanation. We are in a dream that bridges worlds. Our world and another, a place called Geardagas. This is...I suppose this dream is like some sort of conduit, because people who wake in the dream find themselves in this other world. Or, they often do, I've learned. There do seem to be exceptions.