Hideaway Strath in the old days, there was enough

For some reason, she hesitates. Not because she is afraid of the soft-spoken therapist, but more like she is reluctant to embrace the vulnerability such a move will inspire. Nonetheless, the brumal nymph pattered forward after a moment and stretched out in a similar position across from him. "Aye," she admits in a soughing tone after settling, pale diadem dipping once in affirmation. "I do nae sleep very often. Usually during ze day fer a few 'ours at a time."

Then, she hesitated again before tacking on: "An' I find it impossible to sleep in caves...or enter zem at all really. I usually sleep out 'ere, in ze voods somewhere." Her ivory muzzle gestures vaguely to the forests surrounding them. He seems reluctant to ask after details for the time being, the healer deferring to him naturally. This is the first time she's had a counseling session after all, and she's not entirely sure how these things typically go.