"Maybe they make beds like that though." She shrugged, not that they'd found any beds like that in the searching they'd done that morning - everything looked pretty standard to her, but according to the sales people some of those beds must have been made out of gold or unicorn hair or something. "I wonder if they have a shop that only sells medium beds." She considered for a moment. "You know, not firm and not soft, just right in between - a shop for normal people? Do we have one of those on the list?"
She pressed her lips together when he asked about her week, she would have liked not to tell him, about the lack of sleep, and the nightmares when she did sleep, and the way that scent seemed to follow her around even whens he knew it couldn't be there. "I've been better." She said finally, she'd stopped eating and started pushing food around her plate looking at it instead of Dylan for a long moment.
He would have known, and not simply because he was an Auror, but he was in the Order now too - he would have gotten the message she sent out to everyone that night. But what did she say to him about that? She didn't know how well he knew those men, if they'd been close, in the same division or anything. Mostly just thinking about it made her feel ill and it was hard to think of any of those other details.