[Muffet can feel her lose hold of her line, in the last few seconds before the dream completely breaks apart- any spider knows when something pulls free of their web.]
[But as Shepard comes out of the dream and back into waking, she may feel something else:]
[A hand, holding hers.]
[Muffet is sitting neatly beside her, legs tucked primly underneath herself like she's sitting on the grass at a refined little garden party, back straight, expression composed. Since the moment she sat down beside her, and reached out to enter the dream as the Storyteller taught them, she hasn't let go.]
[She smiles ruefully as her eyes open, seeing Shepard wake.]
You truly are the most impossible woman. [It's fond, and weary, and warm.]
[With her other hands, she begins to help pull away the vines, already weakening at the loss of their meal.]
"You know what? I can make it gayer."
[But as Shepard comes out of the dream and back into waking, she may feel something else:]
[A hand, holding hers.]
[Muffet is sitting neatly beside her, legs tucked primly underneath herself like she's sitting on the grass at a refined little garden party, back straight, expression composed. Since the moment she sat down beside her, and reached out to enter the dream as the Storyteller taught them, she hasn't let go.]
[She smiles ruefully as her eyes open, seeing Shepard wake.]
You truly are the most impossible woman. [It's fond, and weary, and warm.]
[With her other hands, she begins to help pull away the vines, already weakening at the loss of their meal.]
Let's not linger here.