Dante shook his head and said “it seems so. We better go help before that old wolf has a stroke” he walked over and knelt down. “Is there a way to aid her when she’s like this?” 

Bane looked at the fang, cautiously looking him up and down. “Sometimes I can wake her from it…but it’s like she has no idea when it happens. This started when she first started making the orbs…”