[He can't, quite, tell apart a good cry from a bad cry yet and for a terrible moment or two Knives suddenly worries that perhaps something had gone terribly wrong and he'd missed a vital thing somehow.

But the wave of feeling from the tiny gestalt is not aligned with a bad outcome, not those sparks of hope and gratitude. Of course it must be overwhelming, and he was stupid to not think so earlier. To go through that much pain, to have it mended, to have demands and requests shoved at her--]

Well. In that case.

[She's small, and she's barely holding on, to him or likely also to Vash given her extended hand. Vash would take it of course, and they could do what she was too tired to, and move her somewhere else.]

I know a place you can safely sleep til you feel better. And then you can think about it a while, and tell us when you're ready.

[And a glance at Vash, questioning, but not speaking it, or allowing it to leak through his thoughts and potentially upset Tessla - was Vash staying to hear that answer?]