He leans against her. "This is stupid. I'm being silly. I should just—get rid of it."

"You'd sleep better," she says. "But I'm not going to tell you there's such a thing as not a good enough reason to not let a psion muck around in your head."

Sigh. "I'd feel much more comfortable if it were you doing this, but that'll take a long time, aaaand sleeping with you is something I'd like to do before several years have gone by. There should be a way to check if the only thing that changed was—that. Isn't there, like, medication for it? That'd be better than magic."

"Medication for nightmares? I'm not aware of any, but maybe."

"Well, for dreamless sleep, really."

"Don't know."

Sigh. "I'll look into it. But yeah, for tonight—um, I don't have nightmares every night, but like at least every three nights or so? It depends on how the day went, too, and today would probably be as good a bet as any for not-a-nightmare, except for the fact that we're actually discussing it so I dunno if that'll impact anything and in any case it's not a terribly nice risk to take."

"Okay. You can sleep in your own bed tonight." Kiss.

"Yeah," he says, and kiiiisssss!

And she's a girl again.

And Sadde watches it all because she doesn't want to lose a second of seeing Isabella's body in all its glory. Then she finds her clothes and puts them back on.

"You have very hungry eyes," remarks Isabella.

"You're very delicious-looking," she replies.

Giggle.

"Anyway, good night, ma'am."

"Good night, lovely. Sleep well."

Isabella may be sleeping in; she's not at breakfast when Sadde manages to drag herself away from the mirror.

Blink. "Hey, Jackson?" she calls before he's too far. "Everything alright?"

He looks over his shoulder at her and sighs. He stops walking, apparently indecisive.

"I mean you don't need to have lunch with me if you don't want to...?" she says, somewhat confused (and maybe a little bit hurt?).

"Do you have to wear it? I mean I knew but do you have to just sort of - wear it?"