I don't know. This is most unlike me, and I cannot seem to stop.

[ She buries her face in his shoulder and sniffles miserably, drawing some small comfort from the fact that he's here and that whatever is happening seems to be affecting him as well. That means she isn't simply taking leave of her senses, which is enough of a relief that she manages to gather herself ever so slightly. ]

This place is so strange. Do you think we are bespelled?