"Insane," Firesong replied in a strailed voice, snuggling down under her blankets.<br/><br/>For countless time she stared enviosly at the mortal girl asleep, blissfuly unconcious as her mind sorted away the day's trauma.  If she could remeber how to sleep, she would surely be plauged by nightmares, but it would be better than what she must now face.<br/><br/>Better to face it, though, then go any longer with the raw wound gaping in her psyche.<br/><br/>Firesong set to work, slowing her breathing step by step, slipping bit by bit into the trace state in whih the not entirly human being she had become would come face to face with the nightmares of the day, come to terms with them, conquer them, learn, and grow.