[ Susato pours herself a mug as well, and though the dragons are likely disappointed when Kazuma denies them, she will oblige, allowing them to add some sugar and spices. She takes a sip to taste, and seems satisfied enough, having no visible reaction when Kazuma's question comes.

She goes quiet, suddenly finding the fish stew very interesting as she glances its way, but it still needs more time yet. ]

About as well as can be expected. [ She's not going add to Kazuma's worries, but she won't lie, either. ] . . . Some nights I wake up in a cold sweat, and it's difficult to breathe. And I think I must have had a nightmare, but I can't remember it.

[ She doesn't know whether that's better or worse. ]

I don't know if the chamomile really helps with that, but it does put me out faster. Maybe it can do the same for you.