[ He's definitely freaking her out. He'd been the one so insistent that they had to leave, that they couldn't stay here and look for Varric, and now he wants to stand here and talk about dreams? ]
No.
[ It is a little bit like her dream. Kind of. (Hadn't there been a beach? The sound of the waves?) But even if it's familiar enough to mean something, it doesn't matter. They don't have time.
She casts a last, resentful look at the stupid glowing pool, then marches to the edge of the shore, looking into the waves. ]
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No.
[ It is a little bit like her dream. Kind of. (Hadn't there been a beach? The sound of the waves?) But even if it's familiar enough to mean something, it doesn't matter. They don't have time.
She casts a last, resentful look at the stupid glowing pool, then marches to the edge of the shore, looking into the waves. ]
Wash...I'm swimming.