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After several minutes of an eldrich purple glow running off of Tessa's shoulder, she regained her consciousness with a sudden spurt and coughed loudly enough to deny her feebleness as Half-Elven, but in the same moment she was upright and seated, eyes wide with terror.
"Jack!" She cried, looking around feverishly.
As with any time she had risen so suddenly however, she quickly put a hand to her head and made every effort not to get sick over the change of air pressure. Her breathing remained uncannily quickened and heavy, and her eyes darted about once more with an increasing worry in them.

Tessa struggled to calm her heart but could only barely begin to calm herself at all. She propped herself up with her held hand and held her other over her heart to try and suppress it further, but to precious little avail.
"She's alive, Jack..." She gasped, "another dream; Isobel's alive."
She breathed deeply for a moment and tried to hold it, but quite quickly found herself unable to hold it and she exhaled again, her arm shaking slightly against the deck.

"I... don't know." Tessa confessed, "All I know for sure is I saw her standing in that god-forsaken cave of hers again. Standing, Jack... the dead don't stand very well."
She allowed herself to drop again to the deck, and thus exerting no effort to keep herself up breathed a little easier. Her eyes narrowed in fearful contemplation but she kept a measure of focus about her.
"Never underestimate Moon Elven blood when it's asleep Jack... but what are we going to do?"

Tessa maneuvered herself such that she could sit against the head of the bed and looked over to Jack with an increasing worry.
"Jack," she said calmly, "I tried to get you to tell me when we were just starting out, but... what happened that put so much enmity between you two, anyway?"
While the thought had been dismissed since shortly after Isobel's alleged defeat, again she found herself wondering. Especially in the vulnerability of a seagoing vessel she could no longer afford to take any chances.
Especially chances involving Jack.

Tessa frowned and stiffened slightly in worry. The last thing she needed was for Jack to find himself wedded to a puppet, and almost instinctively she reached for the blade resting at her side. She closed her eyes with a hand resting on the hilt of the weapon.
"I'm reminded of a saying Ferathi once mentioned regarding the day-to-day lifestyle of an adventurer... 'When the struggle ends you had best be in the market for another one.' I'm beginning to see the other side of that argument right about now. Jack, promise me you'll be alright, whatever happens?"

Tessa remained still for a moment in fear. She tested her movement for a moment and scooted off the bed, only to rush to his side and lay a hand across his shoulders. Despite the cold she clutched at his coat and frowned.
"Jack?" She asked, quivering slightly, "Jack, are you alright?"

Tessa remained unmoving for several seconds, but for the first time felt the appreciation that she knew more of the topic on hand than Jack had, and in turn gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"Jack, first off relax. I'm sure you remember me carrying around the entirety of Waeran's capability with me? We've both been through this, just stay calm and let it come as it will."
She lowered her eyes in contemplation for a moment before a recognition flickered across her eyes. It made enough sense to her now, why so much had happened as it had.
"Do you remember when you carried Seriel, however briefly? Think of this as no different, just... without the implement."