A smile quirked her lips at the compliment of the room. "Please, I've done none of the interior decorating-- you should be complimenting the Garden staff." She said with a small wave of her hand.

As Irvine leaned against her desk, Quistis promptly took a seat on the bed, ankles crossing and hands folding over her lap. It took a moment for her to relax the default rigid posture, and when her shoulders finally sunk a fraction of an inch, the obvious fatigue of her body resurfaced.

"Yes-- it started just at the beginning of the month, and it hasn't let up yet. It's always been the same dream; it's gotten to the point where I just dread going to sleep, and try to avoid it. I don't know how many hours I've been up."