"cypher." she places a hand on 📷┆ᴄʏᴘʜᴇʀ .ᐟ's shoulder to get his attention. their eyebrows are furrowed—moreso than usual. "did you get the email?"

“first thing’s first.” they take a seat next to him. “did you… /happen/ to have any cameras where the attack happened?”

“and you’ll have it.” they pocket their phone, glancing up at him. “what do you need help with?”

if i start hearing weird noises from the common room, i'll just assume it's nightmare tormenting me again.

…hold on? for what?

(a hand is placed onto her back.) you should sit down.

(eyebrows furrow then.) you can’t? why? is something else wrong?

and just like that, the both of them are sent sprawling onto the floor with a thud. “what are you /doing/?” they huff, beginning to untangle themself from her.

“aren’t you afraid of what they’re doing to you?” she stares right at Ω / NᎬᏫN.. the question is completely unprompted, straight to the point. they’re more than capable of letting nightmare get the answer—but they’d rather hear it from her.