Alistair...actually grasps more of that than he expected.

But not all of it. That's the important part. Gradually, the rapid flutter of his heartbeat eases back; the weight on his chest lifts. He makes himself draw a deep breath as the unfamiliar words settle into his mind.

His eyes have started to burn.

Another breath, shakier, and he looks up at Ysa. "You're real. Aren't you."