Reira nods- though...perhaps not quite for the reasons Papyrus suspects. "...There wasn't anything to do after I called for Strange..." she murmurs. "...I tried some magic practice for a little, but it was just empty in there, so I took a nap instead..."

Sleep for the sake of sleep. It was all fine, truly.

(For a moment, it almost sounds like there was an echo off her words- but that couldn't have been anything right?)