Sadde puts a hand on her face and sighs. "Do not follow Isabella. Do not follow me." And she goes grab her food.

And she gets food and kneels by Isabella.

"Thank you, pet." Scritch scritch.

Sigh. "I feel so bad for him."

"He's rather pathetic."

"Yeah. He got a call from Student Health, they screened him and said he was 'worrying,' I think they'll get him pills so maybe he'll get a personality and someone to take care of him. But it's still sad, except it's kinda hard to really pity him because he keeps..." And she gestures helplessly.

"...Uh, do you think you should be telling me facts about Jackson's medical situation?"

Pause. "Maybe not," she agrees, and sighs again. "That slipped."

Pat pat.

"In happier news, my nightmares may be over."

"That's great."

"Yeah! Hopefully no other pieces of my brain got eaten by the process."

"It's really pretty unlikely, however heebie my jeebies are about it."

"I know, but I'm never going to have any nightmares of any type again ever, which... doesn't sound like a primitive action so I don't know what even happened there."

"Well, a lot of magic doesn't seem like a primitive action but it comes together that way anyway," shrugs Bella.

She shrugs, too. "I suppose."

"Like, how complicated is it for you to switch sex? Do you know all the anatomy involved? By rights shouldn't it hurt like the dickens? But you just do it." Shrug.

"Yeah but I mean, it's kinda different cause... well, there's a very clear separation between the two states? Even if it's sorta mostly quantitative and continuous, there is a thing that is to be a boy and a thing that is to be a girl, but dreams are much more and more often muddled than that. Some dreams are kinda nightmares and kinda not, or they start as nightmares then become something else, or vice-versa, and just cutting out nightmares doesn't seem that simple? Not that I wouldn't sacrifice that, I'd give up on dreaming at all if it meant not having the nightmares but..."

"I imagine the psion has a really clear definition of nightmares."

"Sure, but even if she did, what does that mean to me, in practice? Will my dreams just never turn into nightmares? Will I just not-have dreams that would have turned into nightmares? I should've asked that," she muses, sounding mostly just curious.

"Well, I imagine you'll find out."

"Yeah, guess I will. But this does mean we can actually try to sleep together..."

"Yes. Do you want to sleep over tonight?"

"I'd love to."