[The demon's presence in her mind, though subtle and unobtrusive, had been like a poison to the hatred she felt for the person who had plucked her left eye from its socket. It had occupied her mind so much that she almost doesn't notice the other, but-]
You...
[If she sounds a little tired... She might have been doing the mental equivalent of a bucking bronco trying to get Sebastian out of her head.]
post-dryad dream
You...
[If she sounds a little tired... She might have been doing the mental equivalent of a bucking bronco trying to get Sebastian out of her head.]
What are you doing here... ?