Lyra: Hey, Liza.
Tootsie: Go away… [Sniff]
Lyra: I know you’re upset, but I need to talk to you about something. It’s not related to the whole sneaking-out thing.
Tootsie: What do you want?

Lyra: Bon-Bon told me about the blood dream. We spoke to Princess Luna about it.
Tootsie: Princess Luna? Great. Now you can’t even stay out of my mind.
Lyra: She said you’re subconsciously fixating on it when you sleep. Is that translating into daydreams?
Tootsie: What do you care?
Lyra: I’ve had similar problems in the past. I’ve seen faces twisted in agony, or heard tormented screams. It’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It’s pretty serious stuff. Do you ever feel afraid, but you’re not sure why? [Pause] How about guilty, but you did nothing wrong? [Pause] Was sneaking out at night affecting your sleep, or did you start sneaking out because you couldn’t sleep?

Tootsie: Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can see it… dripping. I don’t know where it’s coming from… but it’s pooling. Sometimes there’s other pools. Sometimes it’s on shapes. Sometimes it’s on me… Why is this happening?
Lyra: PTSD comes from some kind of stimulant or event. Video games?
Tootsie: That doesn’t sound right…
Lyra: Movies? Books?
Tootsie: It can come from books?
Lyra: Anything that affects you deeply enough. It might not even start right away. It can fester inside you for a long time.

Tootsie: Is there a way to make it stop?
Lyra: Maybe. There’s this thing called Exposure Therapy. We could visit a hospital. Reinforce in your mind that blood is just a thing. [Pause] Unless you-
Tootsie: Anything to make it stop…
Lyra: Come on, then. The sooner we start the sooner it might end.