Tired is not the same as ill, and she worries her lip a little as he stumbles through his reassurances. But she has no reason to doubt him, or pry, and he seems fine now, so she's content with letting the matter drop.

His answer to her request makes her sigh a little, though not at him. "I've already spoken with him, and I think I'm going to get as much information from him as I can," she explains. "I know it was his Nightmare, but when he told me about what I saw --"

"He pushed her too far and she got mad," Caspar interjects.

Adia looks up at him. "I did not get mad."

"She looked like she was going to grab the bars of his cage and give him a good shake," he insists in a curious mixture of pride and concern. "I had to walk her away." Adia frowns at him, but he only shrugs, his look back at her kind but not apologetic. He's only being honest.

With another sigh, she fusses with the clip of her messenger bag, not quite meeting her friend's eyes. "I saw something in the Nightmare," she admits. "The Brain of Mensis. When I learned about its origins, I... I didn't take the news very well. I think I'd much rather talk to you about this. Besides, I... I think you know enough to help me. You're very good at what you do, too."