craftycorn knocks on the door before pushing it open slowly, peeking her head inside. She finds the room dark and lights off with his curtains closed. She looks over at the bed, seeing someone under the blanket. She slowly steps over and reaches forward before slowly pulling the blanket back to find dogday huddled up and dried tears on his cheeks

Craftycorn: dogday, are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself, your more quiet than usual, compared to your cheerful self

she grabs a cloth and wipes his face

Craftycorn: was it more nightmares? I knew we should of told catnap to stop using that red smoke