"It ain't. Even if you sleep through it, you don't wake up feelin' any better. Some people can get nightmares so bad they can't sleep - you can imagine what a pain that is."

In an obscure way, she's pleased that Alloran is opening up a bit. Less pleased that it's happening in the context of a frantic limp-for-your-life, but she's been worried about the guy since back at the Rig. Maybe she's not an Andalite therapist, but the idea that people are people no matter how weird their context is to you has gotten her this far.

She does wonder a little if he's not telling her some things. Probably so. He's too torn up about shit that - well, it's miserable and it sucks and it's the kind of thing you never stop carrying, but Saturday's got a few burdens like that, herself, and sometimes the shit you can't put down is also shit you couldn't have done anything about.

Maybe that's the thing that makes it so hard to put down. Come to think.

"Do Andalites not get nightmares, then? Must be nice."