"Oh, right, that," Ilphyl probably shouldn't sound that casual. "Werewolf, and I stupidly fought them with spells rather than shapeshifting. But we made it to a cleric in Waterdeep whose church owed us a favor before the next full moon, so it was fine."

They are laughing it off, but it actually was somewhat harrowing at the time. Ilphyl is comfortable in the form of animals, even predators, and the idea that this would become something beyond their control, complete with the cursed mindset that took things out of their control was not comfortable.

Thankfully, it had only been bad dreams in the two weeks it took to get back to a major city. Admittedly, Ilphyl didn't actually dream all that often, given they didn't normally sleep, so less experience with nightmares.

But they didn't generally think too much about the incident. (It's fine. They're fine.)