Hm... [ Here's an added action, Nepeta: Aerith's hand rises to her chin, her face pinching with concern. A sweet dream of sugarland turns sour when the cat -- girl -- troll? - dreaming it might be in real danger. ] Then, let's try to wake you up! And if that means you have to fall asleep here ... [ Her hand drops, and she nods. ] It's time for some chamomile!