"I'm not sleepy."
"I heard you the first time."
"Then?"
"Sounds like a you problem."
"It's an -us- problem. You just said it, didn't you? You need me at my best."
"So?"
"So help me sleep."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"That's a you problem."
"..."
Elisa took a deep breath in and sighed.
"What do you do when you're not sleepy?"
"I don't sleep."
"But what if it's time to sleep?"
"I still don't, if I'm not sleepy."
"So you're encouraging me?"
"You need sleep more than I do."
"Mm... True, I guess." Elisa grumbled.
The two remained silent for a bit.
"Fighting to stay on my back wasn't enough?"
"I'm sick of sleeping on the ground. It's cold, and uncomfortable."
"Huh... Surprised my scales would be comfortable to lie on."
"They're not. But... But... At least they're not cold."
"Demoted from Horse to Bed?" Mark chuckled.
