[And all at once, the possibility sinks in. No, not possibility; once is circumstance, sure. The knowledge that there was no one there, that something had happened like a bad dream. Twice is coincidence; the fact that their paths deteriorated in the same places every time could just be the work of the storm, or of the mage controlling it.

Thrice is happenstance, and objectively speaking, there has to be something to this. There's just too many coincidences here to think otherwise.]

...Yes, I did. I wasn't certain what to think, and yet...every corridor, just about everything we did--it felt as if we had done it before. And objectively speaking...there were far too many coincidences.

[This is screwed up. More than screwed up, this is horrifying. If everything they faced was real, then it can't have been just a dream, could it?

Blanche's expression is...conflicted, really, and she's keeping a close eye on Alaric too. If they accept this is real, then they'll have to accept the rest of it too--or maybe they'll have to see it for themselves. They'll have to confront it, and she can only hope he doesn't confront her about--

The storm still rages overhead; lightning thankfully hits a tree in the distance, and it causes Blanche to jolt. Too far away to be seen by the mage now, she supposes, but it almost feels like a warning. And...one that didn't happen when they were here last time.]

...Come, Alaric. Let us walk; perhaps we can make more sense of all of this as we do, yes?

[Blanche feels a strange urge to reach out and grab his shoulder, really--something to ground him in reality a bit, but she refrains. If he needs it, she'll offer, but for now...for now they need to remain calm, don't they?]