"Maybe." He gets book recommendations, appears a couple of titles near Midnight and Findekáno, picks one up himself.

They start reading too.

Cam quizzes Bar, between paragraphs - the bellybutton thing is normal there; the screaming in his sleep isn't -

- the screaming picks up again.

What if he tries singing him something - deeper sleep, a painkiller -

Painkiller does nothing; deeper sleep makes him scream more quietly.

"Is that an improvement - do you have drugs or something -"

"I don't even know what this is, it could be nightmares or some weird otherworldly condition, he doesn't have a navel I'm not going to introduce drugs to his system."

"Magic isn't inherently safe either -" can they get anywhere by waking him up this time -

Brief sleepy whimpering, not fully awake, and then it's back to All Screaming All The Time.

"Can we get him to open his door in his sleep, get help somehow -"

"He came in covered in recent injuries and obviously hallucinating, I'm not sure we'd like whatever's there."

"Yeah, I'd feel fairly justified in reading their minds and they would probably at least know what's going on."

"...He's not spontaneously bleeding or anything and the infirmary does the 'categorically sufficient' thing like Security does, I want to see if he can sleep it off and then talk to him first."

Nod.

"...but I am going to call Timothy down to get him to stop hollering audibly." He pulls out his computer and writes.

New Bell, this one's a face match. Midnight got him to the infirmary and he's no longer all cut up but he's now asleep and screaming; trying to play it conservatively and wait till we can talk to him and give him a chance to sleep it off before trying to get his door open or drug him or anything like that but can you do a spell to keep him quiet, it's disconcerting.

And he comes downstairs.

And casts something; now they can't hear him. "I assume you've tried things -"

"Yes."

He sits down next to Cam and puts an arm around him. "Where's he from -"

"Have a book." Book.

He starts reading.

It's an interesting world. Spontaneous human babies, storks, creches, magic robot things, city-state organizational habits, one big continent and a handful of little ones and islands, absolutely no explanation for screaming in his sleep.

Elves are upset about the spontaneous babies.

Of course they are. "Do we know your alt's name?"

"No. We can assume it has Bell in it somewhere and maybe something with an M and an R in it."