Firefly Glen this senseless, thoughtless world

She sat, heavily, as he disappeared into the depths of his home, too tired to keep standing but not so impolite that she would keel over right then and there to try and sleep. It was tempting, however. So, it was something of a surprise when Keres discovered that she needed to peel her eyes open when Holland spoke again, finding him closer than he had been before her eyes had closed. Dull eyes dropped to the plant he brought her, listening despite her tiredness. Lavender. Curious, for she had thought flower to be only that, a flower and nothing more.

Lavender, She repeated softly, pulling her eyes up to meet his single, ruby-like eye. There was a moment of hesitation and then so softly that it might have been a whisper, she asked: Does it keep the nightmares at bay?