Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

That much I have learned, Zaahira chortles. never a day of peace, is there? But that is all part of the joy.
She's led back through the entrance to the mesa's halls, the open air giving way to the lower passageways. The burn of summer's heat lingers in the fibers of her pelt, even now while shaded.
Doctor, she says, finally, a gentle inquiry resting on her tongue; do you know of any plant that helps with nightmares? Because lately, it was as if there was no break from them even while awake.