Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Her eyes were blinking slowly as he talked of rolling up some beds for future nights. It sounded like a good idea, to be honest. For later. Mort may have been energized, but chaos like this usually sucked the energy out of her, afterwards. Oh, sure, she could tackle a potential ghost head on, but you could be sure as anything that she'd be dead asleep afterwards.

Idly, she wondered if there was such a thing as the opposite of ghost stories. Something to make her feel calmer. But I guess that's what singing and lavender are for. She certainly wasn't opposed to hearing another ghost story, though. Far, farrrrrrrr in the future, when their adventure in the long grass was a distant memory. Wordlessly, yawning, she nodded in agreement at Mort's plan. He could probably get her up and running again, if he was insistent about it, but she did want to rest her eyes for a moment, let her heart take a few beats to fully settle. If not, though, she was heading straight for sleep.