Aura watched Arthur leave with a feeling somewhere between disappointment and dread. On one hand, her sleepwalking - or whatever it was - would<i>probably</i>be less of a problem if people were looking out for it. On the other hand, she’d have to learn to fall asleep with a huge, fanged, probably-poisonous, crushing-death-tailed snake-person around. And a probably-slightly-less-murderous cat-person.<br/><br/><i>I’m not being fair.</i>Transhumans were just people; scarier people, sometimes, but people either way. And it wasn’t like she was defenseless around them, either. Certain types of magic had always come to her naturally. Her first defensive magic teacher had told her to “reach inside for the spark,” but she’d never had to do that. Many humans had to bring it out through trances or incantations - things that let them clear their mind and focus on what was. For her, though, magic was like a sixth sense and as easy to understand as breathing. Still, being able to defend well was a lot different from being able to fight back.<i>Or just stop worrying about stupid things. The shelter’s hardly a battlefield.</i><br/><br/>This thought was followed immediately by a loud bang from the direction of the shelter’s front entrance.<i>Okay, maybe a tiny bit of a battlefield, then.</i><br/><br/>Aura looked up at the lamia’s comment and suddenly had a hard time actually swallowing her last sip of orange juice. She tried to cover it by brushing her hair back behind one delicately-pointed ear. “Yeah…”<i>A watch-Aura-sleep date. The… best kind?</i>“Probably for the best. Rude is bad.” She smiled partly at how ridiculous the thought was and partly at how dumb she sounded.<br/><br/>She tilted her head at Debbie. “I’d like that. I haven’t been near the lab very much. They’ve always felt kind of…” She bit her lip thoughtfully. “Off-limits, I guess. I don’t really know much about rifts or the other world.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>