[ She'd heard a little about that, though not about Cactus' intervention. Carolina gave the pricklemane an approving glance, before looking down at Lela. Hugs of 'death' would be more her style, but she didn't think the Frootz Cat would manage it. ]

[ Then green eyes snap up, to glare a moment at North. ]

I've survived without one this long. I don't see myself needing one now.

[Less snappishly:] But I...appreciate what you mean. [No, really.] Sleep's just very unpleasant right now.