[ Why even be making toys, in a place where there aren't any children anyway? There's an obvious answer but the other is it keeps her hands and mind busy, and not thinking of the family she doesn't have with her.

Though what he says makes her stop and look at him in surprise as she sits up on a set of cushion seats next to him, setting aside the pudding plush and watching him curiously. ]

Hold, you too? Huh. I've seen patients here that can't sleep because they're emotionally distressed. I've become a light sleeper here myself, but...

[ She leaves her own reasons out— again, not wanting to bring her problems to people who already seem to have enough on their own. Not unless asked, anyway. She's seen enough people who just back off after hearing them despite leaning on her when they need to unload, so she avoids it where she can and just puts them into her writing. ]

Do you have nightmares, Emmy? Have you tried anything for them?

[ Her medicine has helped, but she isn't offering just yet until she knows what's happening. ]