Between blinks, Lilian is suddenly elsewhere. And a rather foreboding elsewhere at that, a forest full of all sorts of ominous sounds and rustling.
This is. Concerning. Where is she?
And wait, how is she standing upright so easily? Why isn’t she feeling any strain?
A glance downward shows her body recovered, her limbs back to their old musculature. She’s still dressed in the sundress she’d “dressed up” in for a bit of time reading in her back yard, but it hangs on her body differently, now. A deep breath lets her feel that it’s not just skin-deep, and even her lungs are back to working as well as they used to.
Huh. That’s. A solid majority of her dreams come true, right there.