Lydia smiled at the healer. She was so nice. Never before had she encountered someone who called her things like sugar or honey so much either. It must be a Southern US thing, she supposed.

"Well, I've had nightmares about that awful experience in the lake," she told the healer. "Do you know about that? We got attacked by grindylows!"

She turned to Derf. He'd asked her something about sleepwalking. Lydia shuddered. "Oh gosh, I really hope not," she said. "Although...I might be doing it and not realizing it. Maybe I sleepwalk myself back to bed when I'm done. That's so scary! Imagine all the places I could've gone to in my sleep, and I don't even know. Although, honestly, now I think about it, that would explain why I'm always so tired, wouldn't it?"

Her eyes grew huge as she looked at Derf. She was really hoping he'd say nah, that's not likely at all, you're fine, etc. But what if he didn't? What if he confirmed her fear? Merlin's beard, what if she had been wandering the corridors at night unawares? Anything could happen!