[ Matt's mental landscape sharpens with concern at last time, and everything that follows. ]

I know ... you have no reason to trust me, really. [ Still, he tries to communicate a sense of his magic: the warmth, the right. The soft, forest scent of herbs in a sachet; nothing to hide, only the thing itself. A whirligig twirling gently, and bringing a sense of peace. ] And I don't know--if it doesn't work as advertised, I'll come back here and you can kick my ass.

[ matt you have to stop telling people they can do this ]

What would you want? Good sleep is one I suggest just because most people need it.