Normally when she rouses from a vision it is an immediate process. One moment she's living a memory, the other she's back in her flesh. It's always a bit disorienting but never overly so.

This time, however, Era is slow to regain awareness. When her eyes flutter open she has trouble focusing because everything is too much. She feels the floor beneath her, slowly warming up from her body heat. She feels the breeze from the patio doors brush through her hair. Her clothes against her skin. Too many textures and temperatures and feeling—

She blacks out again for a half-second, having forgotten the need to breathe. When she comes to again it's with eyes clenched in pain and a tiny, confused whimper at the back of her throat.