She'll just have to. Make herself do it. Maybe she can write it down, or something? Record it for him to hear? Rephrase it in a way that sounds less bad?

One of those. She'll figure it out tomorrow.

"Ghost?"

(...maybe Tia is haunting her. Hard to say.) 

I'm sorry, she mouths silently. I wish I'd been able to save you, I wish I'd done a better job with everything. I wish I hadn't been too scared to tell you I wasn't doing great. I wish I cou- 

...she should sleep. She's exhausted.

"Harpist," Traceless agrees.

Thanks, Traceless.

Okay. Sleeping time.

"Castle.

"Peru.

"Karyotype.

"North."

...

She remembers talking to Jax when they got dinner together after their first week of classes, last year. They were telling her about how sleeping meds can be very rapidly habit-forming, even if they're not chemically addictive, because it's easy to make them part of your routine. And sleep habits are very sensitive to routine, for lots of people.

If Cara was less of a fucking idiot, she might have generalized the principle, and thought about what would happen if she got in the habit of backlashing herself asleep every night. (But if she was any good at not being a fucking idiot, her life would look very different! So nobody should be surprised by this, really.)

"Memory."

(No. No memories. She's too tired.)

...she hasn't slept with someon - hasn't fallen asleep with someone holding her in over a year and it's - it's nice.

She can... let herself try and relax into this.

He wakes up in the morning backlash free. What about her?

Seems like it, though she - separately doesn't look super well-rested?

Aw fuck he forgot to warn her that he talks in his sleep.

Welp. He extracts himself to go make eggs.

This doesn't wake her up, but she tries haphazardly to cling to his arm when he unspoons? (Doesn't put up much a fight, though.) 

....aw. She can have his arm for a moment longer but he does want to start the day.

(When he successfully extracts himself she'll curl up into the fetal position, for at least a bit.)

He is not sure what to make of that.

Bathroom, change of clothes, scrambled eggs.

As he starts making food, she stirs, slowly at first, and then -

- sits bolt upright, looking around wildly - 

- right. Yeah. 

"Flywheel? You gonna want eggs?"

"...depends, do you know what kind of farm they're from?"

"Says cage-free? The brand is Newton Farms if you recognize it, I don't."

Oh, they're alright. "A few eggs would be nice, thanks!"