Roughly a second after he'd touched her hair, Amy was off the couch and on her feet, moving backwards toward the door.

"Yes, I do. My friends say that you are, I can feel it myself. I shouldn't have come, but I wanted to check on Josiah. You're really running him down, you know? Whatever you need him for, he's not going to be much good if he passes out from lack of sleep." She felt herself bump the door, and she grabbed for the knob. Her fingers closed around it as she regarded Calum.

"He's having nightmares, right? I figure something like this is probably not sitting too well in his head. Can't you...make them stop? Or something? Without," And she waved her free hand. "taking away any of his memories?"