"Useful," Sonia repeats dubiously, wrinkling her brow. For Byerly, maybe. She shrugs.

"I don't, mostly," she says, and it's a lie, mostly. She tugs at little blades of grass between her feet with idle fingers. Well, perhaps it was unfair of her to pry into Byerly's dreams. "I don't think nightmares are any more useful than good dreams."