[ Clara shrugs a little. Staying quiet would have sat like a rock in her stomach because she knows what's right. ]

Now I've technically died twice I guess, so I feel like I should be fine? And for the most part I am, it's just the sleeping part. My brain loves piling on the nightmares, mixing up events and trauma from home with here. As if this place doesn't do enough to us.

[ Scrubbing at her face with her hands, she takes a deep breath and lets it out in enough of a huff to blow up her bangs. ]

It was nice not remembering that, even if I know I should be grateful I'm me again.