Jade Fern Grove won't stop the pain, but she'll smell like fabreez

The answer Xan gave her was generic. If she wanted, she could apply the same logic to her situation. He didn't elaborate, either, and Ocra found herself curious but she still doesn't push for answers. As much time as they have spent around one another, he still remained a mystery to her. She can't help but wonder that something might have happened to him to cause him to be so closed off and harsh. He was still young, perhaps a few months younger than she, but he often acted much younger in the short span they'd been together. Perhaps Sriracha was convinced with the façade he was putting on but Ocra wasn't.

"Okay," she says. When he didn't give any information, she decided against pushing. The last thing she wanted was for him to lash out at her in the middle of the night when she was tired and the other two were sleeping somewhere else. "I could try to find you some herbs that might make it easier for you to sleep," she told him, wondering if it might be something he would be interested in or if he even trusted her enough to take something from someone that was essentially a stranger. "It might help keep the nightmares away," she added once for good measure but wouldn't entirely be surprised if he disagreed with the offer.