Firefly Glen this senseless, thoughtless world

She laughed, a wry sound. She felt exhausted, an ache deep in her bones that she could not seem to relieve. It was for not lack of energy, for Keres had barely mustered the will to drag herself to Holland's doorstep, nor for lack of want, because she desperately wished to close her eyes and sleep. Perhaps it was the demons that creeped along the edges of her psyche, or the memory of the nightmares that had once plagued her so long ago. Whatever it was, Keres felt like scowling too. It was no wonder she wasn't.

To tell the truth, I'd rather not be. Cryptic, maybe but she continued. I can't sleep. I've been trying but I feel like I've been up for days. And she had been, since the impromptu meeting between thhe wolves of the Spear and the Glen. I came to see if maybe you had anything that might help.