[She winces, fully expecting - and deserving - the anger. But what Webby says after that is even worse.]

...I'm sorry, Webby. To be honest...It still might.

[She drew her knees to her chest, her eyes still look on the ground.]

I don't...really know what's going on with the magic here...how it brought me back when I felt myself disappear. And if I can just blink back into existence like that...what's stopping me from just...blinking right back out again?

[It was part of why the nights were so hard, why she hated going to sleep sometimes. Because even worse than the nightmares were those nights where it felt like she just...stopped existing for a while.]