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[T'Pol's still in the infirmary. She's been having a pretty hard time with it, not that she'd say so. But there are plenty of little clues. Like the way she's tossing and turning in bed. Vulcans don't usually dream. Thus, no tossing and turning. But she's just about managed to kick off the covers, before waking with a very short, very sharp gasp. Nightmares are not logical or natural and she's sitting straight up in bed, clutching her IDIC.]

(((It's the anniversary of her daughter's death and she gets shitty dreams. :< Hard times, T'Pol. Anyone in the infirmary's welcome, multiple threads are rad, etc etc. <3)))

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Perhaps. [T'Pol inclined her head again, fairly certain sleep wasn't happening for a while.]

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At least make up for it sooner rather than later, then. [T'Pol seemed very sensible, so he had no doubt about that, really.]

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Of course. [Not that she needed as much sleep as she'd been getting, but he didn't really need a Vulcan biology lesson.]