Rowan hadn't slept well.

That wasn't to say she had slept badly. If anything, she'd had a better night than nearly anyone else would have in her position. But sitting up in a hospital infirmary chair isn't exactly the best place to take a rest, even if repeated uses have molded the chair to your form. Still, she felt it would have been a disservice to her students--which she considered every injured Hunter and Huntress in training to be, whether they took Practice or not--to leave them to deal with night terrors alone. Yes, Esther had overseen their mission, but she needed to blow off steam herself, and as much as Rowan would have liked to go to the range with her, staying here seemed like the best option. She wouldn't be associated with what they had gone through by a terror-stricken mind, and the nurses could only be expected to do so much.

The night had passed uneventfully for the most part, the silence only broken by the regular beeping of hospital monitors and occasionally a student snapping awake in a cold sweat. She'd just smile, push them gently back down into bed, and say something reassuring, if she could find the words--which was admittedly something hard for her. She always forced everything to a distance if she could keep it there, especially on the battlefield, though as she grew and matured as a teacher (Esther was probably the only one younger than her) she found herself getting more and more attached to her students and their wellbeing, even if she had some difficulty finding the right things to say to them. Disengaging--going into the trance-like state she fell into when fighting--was so much easier on her than allowing herself to feel things as normal, but to actually relate to everyone else...

She shook her head as the morning sun finished its ascent to noon, her focus moving back to the external world and to those moving and resting in the room, specifically the young Cat Faunus, and she sighed. New day, new trials.