The usual dreams- the Spire, the pride demons, the death. She shakes herself awake with a faint sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. One or two hours at a stretch- if that- is normal. The air thrums with Compassion's magic as she casts a simple rejuvenation on herself to shake the last of the sleep and exhaustion away.

Tea and toast help as well.

"How long was I...?"