You’ve just gotten done with the dress when you hear the Lady cry out as she bursts free from a nightmare.

Rushing to her side, you kneel and take her hand.

‘Lady,’ you say, ‘Lady Amaranth, everything’s okay.’

The Lady tells you that she’s had a dream of dying alone.

She says she wants you to draw her bath, but then go to town to see your mother.

The Lady knows you haven’t seen her in a long time and even elves are mortal.

You thank the Lady kindly, but say you’ll stay and do your duties.