Touch was not normally a thing Meril dabbled in -- neither welcome nor unwelcome, it simply had little presence in her life. But in this moment, the touch of another person felt phenomenally solid, real as the darkness and the wisp and the lingering pseudo-memories were not. The contact brought her into sharper focus, her eyes shifting in a minute degree as she became more alert.

"For a moment, I felt... as if I had been taken apart, and put back together with pieces missing."