She kept hearing the being’s voice as she slept .   Apparently this Jasmine — Tal found out her name — is a chatterbox of a planeswalker, prone to talking to herself when there’s noone else to talk to .   Tal knew that this Jasmine was nursing her back to health, though, as she fed her a juice from a strange fruit — she was told it was from coconuts — and tended to her needs as she slept .   After the wrath of Urza and Yawgamoth as well as the forsaking of Freyalise, being near a planeswalker whose sole sign of madness is talking to herself is benign in comparison .   Besides, she was caring for her as well, so if she needs to talk while she’s doing so . . . ---------------------------- It was several days later when Tal’en’tara found enough strength to sit up .   She yawned loud enough to fill the upside - down hull turned cottage and looked over to see Jasmine sitting on the sand next to her .   She appeared to be asleep .   Maybe planeswalkers need to sleep, or so Tal thought . Besides, this particular planeswalker has stayed by her bed for God knows how long nursing her back to health and striking conversations while she does so .   She deserves at least a nap . It ended up being a cat nap, because Jasmine opened the eye closer to Tal and smiled .   “Hi there, kiddo . ” Tal straightened up and tried not to be too afraid .   Sure, she’s being friendly and approachable, but she is a planeswalker after all .   People in Dominaria know what they’d do to mere mortals by the time they’re five summers old .   Most of the time, what they did wasn’t pretty . “I’m glad that you pulled through . . . Tal’en’tara, right?”