[Mako nods once. It's okay not to feel safe, too. Even now Mako can still feel it, quieter, muted. She still gets out of bed and wanders in the night.

It's less than before.

Her lips purse into a soft mm in response to Enid's statement. It's not at all dismissive, in fact, it's a quiet inclusiveness, a soft bubble of protectiveness that would have been a hug if she'd acted on it. But she didn't, she holds herself in, somehow smaller than her height.

All three of them have nightmares.]

Please let me know if you need something more for your room. We can go into Nonah or another city to pick it out whenever you want.