"I don't know. I just... I'm bad at explaining it." She sighed again, and reached up to run a hand through her hair. It'd had a trim, at least, to take off the uneven bits from where the burning forest had singed it. She'd probably had split ends, anyway, and Kozue had had the passing notion of thanking Reizo for sending her into the stylist in the first place. Things were looking much neater now.
"Have you been having nightmares?" She asked, letting her hand fall and changing tacks. "I did. I still am. But at least I'm having nightmares in a king sized bed." She shrugged. "It's lame comfort, but I'll take lame five-star comfort."