"Have," she sheepishly, begrudgingly corrected. It hadn't gone away. Months now, and it was still just as unpleasant when she shut her eyes as the days before she joined the Knights. There was magic of some kind that could help it, probably, but that'd involve asking for it. "Here's no different." Demons. Vampires. Getting the affirmation that it was reality in New Orleans -- reality that not everyone had to see, making her look certifiably psycho -- really didn't help ease the nightmares, it turned out.