Rest. [ She says softly, sounding so very tired. Sleeping normally didn't come easy to her, she was in too much agony to fall asleep, but sometimes she passed out for a while until the pain woke her again. She could probably be lulled into it like this, all soft baby down from a soft baby brother, tired in every way a person could be. Mentally, physically, emotionally, tired in the soul. ]

Don't f̧̟̘̿̓́ͬ̑́̈o̟͔̺̎͐̈́̆͋͂r̄͑ͥ̂̆̎g̞̩͋̈ͮ͝eͥ̊ͧt͎̯̳̱̻̱̞ͧͭ̚ about me. Please. P̈ͨ̔͑͂́l̇ͪ͒ͧe̸̫̘̳̤̯ͤ͋̿ͬ̉̉ͨa̭̘̩̲̞ṣ̳̳͕͓ͭ̓̏͒e̼ͦ̐̑̚.̰͔̳̮̙͗̄͝

[ Tessla isn't sure what she would do if he left her here forever. It might snap the last threads of her sanity. ]