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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[decrypter]

She goes quiet, and if Erin glances at her face, there's something unsettled there, unhappy. If someone else experienced all of that? No. They go through enough, they don't need to know the depths of her own mind.

"It's kind of you to offer, I really mean it, but...right now there are things in my dreams I want to keep just for me, if that makes sense. Not that I don't trust you, it's just....hard to explain."

Someone else, with their own nightmares, doesn't need more.

"...A friend of mine once told me about a crystal she had that warded off all nightmares. I wish we could find something like that, for the both of us."

[crushed_pearls]

"Mm. It sounds very pretty, but...you need your nightmares just as much as your dreams. They have a job to do, same as everything else. It sucks, but..." There's a heavy sigh. "You don't need a reason to decline, and I won't bring it up again. Just know that it's available to you, as well as more detailed information, whenever you want to know more. Our dreams are some of the most private things about us, and I don't make the offer lightly or expect it to be taken up without serious consideration. In thirty odd years of having this capability I've been in...nine people's dreams that aren't my own, including exactly one person here."

"...But if things get worse for you, do think of me."