[ Zelda opens her mouth again, this time with the intent to answer his questions--

But once again, she just... stops. It seems like the effects of the drug are just starting to kick in.

She turns her head slowly to the left, and then slowly to the right, eyes drifting over her surroundings as though she's seeing them for the first time. Things don't really look that much different (this room was always kind of sparkly, right?), but for some reason, her mind can't quite make sense of them. ]

I think it's working.

[ She feels herself start spacing out again. No, stop that. Focus. Zelda lifts one hand and lightly smacks her cheek, trying to pull herself back. ]

It isn't burning anymore. Now everything feels... fuzzy, sort of. Like... like being wrapped up in furs.

[ And just like being bundled in furs, the room is starting to feel hot and stuffy. She pulls at her collar, face growing flushed. ]

And it's hot. Why is it so hot? [ She looks genuinely distressed about this sudden temperature increase. ]