She wakes with a start, disoriented for a second, looks at her surroundings.
"If you're having trouble sleeping, I have something that might help."
Maleficent's voice is raspy, and throaty, as always, and she still has the dream in front of her, her skin seems to burn from the Evil Queen's fireball, and her heart beats fast, fast, in panic – she wonders if she's going mad, if this was a sign, or just a useless dream, if the danger is real – she hasn't gone out of here for hours – days?
Her voice is shaky – she answers.
"I'm fine, thank you."