"Lorelai?"
The distant sound of a man's voice echoed softly in Lorelai's mind, tugging at the edges of her subconscious. Her eyelids twitched faintly each time her name was repeated, the voice growing increasingly insistent.
"Lorelai?"
Again, he called out to her, his tone laced with urgency, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the suffocating grip of the dream that held her captive.
"Rhaegar..."
Her lips barely moved, whispering his name as a single tear slid down her pale cheek. Still, her eyes remained shut, heavy with exhaustion and unwilling to open.
Naveen, standing nearby, observed the scene with an arched brow and a flicker of surprise in her sharp blue gaze. "She did it," she murmured. "She broke the spell. She was able to remember you on her own."
