Does Erzebet ever sleep? Her eyes are saying she should but doesn't, and her slow, shuffling steps confirm this. It's obvious she's attempted to sleep, and smell tells you she's attempted self-medication. She looks mildly haunted, though her jaw is set in an angry line. Erzebet comes to a stop and inhales deeply, her words coming out in a rolling thunder of pique.

"Is there not a single person that has a good sleeping pill?" She looks about, glaring.