And she starts to hear her name amid the whispers. 

"Who's there?"

'Yours.'

'Birgitta wake up.'

Wake up? But she's not asleep... Is she?

Wake up now.'

She drags herself back up through the blood, the cloying layer of sleep

-and...

???

There's a firm, soothing hand stroking her neck. "There, good girl..."

What is going on. Why does she have so many legs. Why does she not fit in the bed.

Maellys appears to be petting her calmingly. Then - 

"Do you often turn into a horse when you sleep?"

Whinny!

Wait shit that's not what she wanted.

She grins and kisses Birgitta's head near her ears. "You're a very cute horse, regardless."

Uhhhh maybe if she thinks really hard Maellys will hear it.

'This is the first time I've ever turned into a horse!!'

" - Interesting..." She murmurs. "And I heard that, my clever girl."

'Oh good. I don't know how to turn back and I don't know how to get up and I don't think I really fit in this bed anymore.'

"You will turn back because I wish it, my good girl," she says, and an odd sense of command echoes through Birgitta's soul. 

Oh that's freaky.

Smug grin. 

"The Night Mother has given you a wondrous gift."

"What was that? I had a dream- I fell through a pool of blood-"

"The Void, possibly. A side effect of something greater than any of us calling us to them."

"The Night Mother? Or... Sithis himself?"

"The Night Mother, most likely. It's said speaking directly to Sithis is... Damaging to the mind."

"Yeah. That makes sense."

She pulls Birgitta in close. "I've heard rumors of it - Shadowmere, a form the Night Mother gifts to her most loyal servant..."

"That-"

"Why me?"