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

Xan had proven himself to be a little weird. Not like Sriracha but his own brand that seemed far more tangled than she thought she might be able to unravel—not that she was trying—but the idea remained anyway. She opened her mouth to speak, question the nightmares as if she might be able to sort them, but thinking better of it closed her jaw quickly. Leaving it alone for now, she sighed upon the next question with a slight shake of her head. 

"If you have to wake me, yes," she explained. She didn't want this to become a habit of his to wake her up every night or every time he had nightmares. She wasn't his mother or caretaker and, frankly, she could probably do without his following. It was getting easier to deal with him and finding the little quirks that have left windows for her to peek in on and piece together. 

Ocra's mouth opened wide, a yawn forcing her body to tense as she expelled it and relaxed. She could easily fall back asleep if she were to lay back down but she managed to keep upright. Perhaps it was pity she felt for him and his struggle, that whatever lying laid beneath the surface might explain his poor behavior instead of excuse it. Still, she didn't speak up about it and redirected it elsewhere. 

"Did you happen to have more bark from the willow tree pulled off?" she asked as she slumped back to the ground, having found it far too difficult to keep herself up.