Hideaway Strath in the old days, there was enough

Aerin nodded, the movements a little jerky. She's done well -- or so she assumes anyways given that she's mostly maintained her composure -- but her heart still thrums a little quickly in her chest like the frightened staccato of a mouse scurrying across hardwood, fleeing the housecat on its trail. She knows too that if she were to stand her limbs would shake like a newborn fawn taking its first steps. "That's..." Should she say that it's alright? Obviously, it isn't really, but what should she say? "That's just life, I suppose."

"Aye, I am a 'ealer. I 'ave tried different 'erbal concoctions in ze past but zey just make me feel 'eavy. I don't see things as clearly in my dreams but ze panic is still zere. It is just 'arder to vake up," Aerin shrugged her shoulders lightly as she explained. Then an idea came to her and her gilded gaze of mercury lit up momentarily. "But Vein, another 'ealer 'ere, 'as spoken of a revolutionary medicine zat 'e calls tea. Ze possibilities are endless vith 'is methods. 'e 'as spoken of using many different plants to make 'erbal drinks for patients -- perhaps I could try speaking to 'im about teas to make one sleep better." 

She was eager and excited now that she had come up with some sort of solution that might remedy her issues -- rather than just feeling damaged beyond repair, doomed to a perpetual exhaustion and plagued by night terrors. She contained her elation to the gentle sway of her tail, thinking that if anyone were to know of such a brew it would be the medicine man.