She nods, braids the last few plaits of her hair, and twists the hair into shape so it sticks. She wishes she had a ribbon; she knows better than to ask. The electrodes are placed carefully, following his instruction and not wanting his sternness before bed. Now that her dreams are sacred, she likes to go to bed feeling, if not peaceful, at least not absolutely wrecked. She's noticed her dreams have more clarity when there isn't a thick film of anxiety on them.

(She hasn't shared this with Hap; she assumes he knows already, and would scoff at her observation.)

"I'll think about my brother before bed?" It's usually the easiest way to lead her lucid dreams into a prophetic zone, but sometimes he asks her to focus on different prompts. Selfish for attention, she doesn't want him to leave just yet. At all, really, but she knows a few extra minutes are all she can hope for.