"Sleep? Or not sleep?" Nia raised an inquisitive eyebrow. If he was 'sleeping', it didn't seem to be the refreshing, rejuvenating type. More the stare at the ceiling type. At least he realised he wasn't quite right. Or, sort of did. It sounded like a severe case of the jitters Nia got the night before a match. Just, for a longer period than a night. More like, a few nights. In a row. "What did you have for breakfast this morning?" she asked curiously. It was one way she had learn to tell how her team were feeling, without straight asking. So it wasn't too weird asking it out of the blue.

"Evidently not," Nia answered, shaking her head. "And you shouldn't be figuring out why it didn't pick me. You should be focusing on why it did pick you."

"Vindictus slipped up?" Nia murmured, a thoughtful look crossing her eyes for a fleeting moment. She wobbled a moment as she swapped the leg she was stretching, and she squeezed Raiden's shoulder gently so as not to fall over. "Of course they're big. And have wings. And have fire. It doesn't mean they aren't beatable. You have a wand, don't you? And a brain. Two brains, if you want them."

She would have said more, but he'd figured out what he was originally trying to do. A sleeping draught? His sleeping pattern must reaaaally be messed up.
Not that it seemed he wanted to go to the hospital wing for now.

"They had dragons in a previous tournament..." she said softly. "All the champions survived then..."