Rafe & Laska
Laska
Hey Rafe, I’ve been lining up all the patient lullabies on the midnight shift and it got me thinking—do you ever wonder if those simple songs are actually the quiet therapy we overlook, the ones that might hold more meaning than we give them?
Rafe
I’ve thought about that too. Maybe those lullabies are a quiet intervention, a gentle reminder that even in the dark there’s a rhythm that steadies us. At the same time, it feels like we’re just naming something that already heals, almost like we’re searching for meaning in the simplest sounds.
Laska
Yeah, Rafe, the lullabies are like a quiet blanket for the mind, and naming them just reminds us to keep that rhythm close. Next time I hear one, I’ll bring my own tea—nothing beats a good brew to keep the vibes smooth.
Rafe
Sounds like a quiet ritual—tea warming your hands, lullaby humming the space. In that pause, the world seems to hold its breath, just waiting for the next note. Keep the rhythm, and let the tea do its quiet work.
Laska
Love that image, Rafe. I’ll make sure the kettle’s on, the tea’s steeping, and the lullaby’s ready—just a gentle reminder that even the quiet moments can keep us steady.