[Varian isn't aware of the sword, or Fern, immediately. His eyes are still wide, staring out at nothing, still trapped in the nightmare. He vaguely realises something isn't right, that he isn't there - but trying to crawl back to wakefulness isn't easy.
His breath catches a few more times until he feels Fern's hands on his shoulders. He blinks, his eyes clearing, his breathing still quick and uneven. He can't push words out yet, but he reaches out with one hand to grasp at Fern's arm- just to fee something solid and real there as he tries to even out his breathing. ]
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His breath catches a few more times until he feels Fern's hands on his shoulders. He blinks, his eyes clearing, his breathing still quick and uneven. He can't push words out yet, but he reaches out with one hand to grasp at Fern's arm- just to fee something solid and real there as he tries to even out his breathing. ]