For In That Sleep Of Death, What Dreams May Come

"Glowing tail, guiding light, has to look like anything except that or else my head is out to get me," Saint Lazarus repeats with a nod, ignoring the implied, unspoken question at the end there. After all, if her mind wasn't out to get her, would they even be here?

"Is there anything else important I should know about before trying to bully my subconscious into being less hungry all the time?" she asks, trying to not sound anxious even though the wait is absolutely killing her with worry and she wants to just get this done with and fall asleep on the floor right here and now.