"Not when I'm asleep. Then I'm the same dumb kid I ever was," Steph says but she huffs a little breath and seems to relax. As hard as it is to talk about there's a relief too as though the place it had been lodged in her chest has loosened. It's a little smaller when it's said aloud, Voldemort-style.

She reaches for Cass and octopus-cuddles her with arms and legs curled around her. "If we make to November 1st intact, I am going to sleep for a week."