She was as okay as she'd ever be. Which was to say that she had a little voice in her head that she was actively trying to ignore. Maybe it was because the meds had stopped working or perhaps it was because she'd stopped taking them. "Yes and yes, dad," she says with a bit of a chuckle.

"I don't know... maybe I'd prefer it if you moved in with me instead," she tells him. It would make her nights easier and there'd be less nightmares. At least that's what she told herself anyway. "Hey! Leave my sourwolf alone. He's pack too, you know. Always will be even if disappeared for a while."

"ALSO, I have a job here."