[she is about to interrupt the exchange, to reach out to see just where she is and what is going on when the conversation begins to wane. it's the seriousness that keeps her from interacting initially. the haunting feeling of...whatever this is.

but as she's about to reach out, the sentence is completed by another entity altogether, and she turns again to the direction of the voice, as the world shifts around her to something all dreamworks properties should know well a swamp, and a creature presents itself to her. its size can be rivaled to a lion, but because unlike a lion of Voltron it is so recognizable to be a living, breathing thing, unpredictable and uncertain to Allura, she takes a step back from its presence.

there's no sign of attack, but instinctively Allura's hand twitches against the bayard at her hip.

it speaks in the familiar voice from the vision before. and she knows enough about shapeshifters that it doesn't exactly surprise her that the voice matches that of the woman.]

I apologize, I merely stepped through the mirror. I had no idea-- [she looks behind her, as though the memory will still be there behind her as a tableau...but it's nothing more than a swamp.]

This terrible thing you asked your companion of... [she looks back up to the dragon, hand moving away from her bayard to fall less tense at her side.] It was something to help you friend?

[she's prying. but she wants to help. it's in her nature to want to help.]

...did you?