[Obediently, Knives picks her up. It's easy, she weighs little even with the new additions, and tucks her and her assorted new wings carefully against himself as one might an infant instead of a girl of her size. Whether or not it was easier to carry her that way, it would be gentler, easier perhaps for her to rest.]

We'll both stay.

[For a while. Always a while.]

Rest now. We'll take care of the rest.

[His vehicle still waited in the distance, not so far away, the rumble of its engine still a low and steady sound. He's pretty sure the back seat could be laid down, it would.. do, for the moment, softer than the sand and hard stone. There might not be room for all three, but it would be enough for two. And then one driver, himself. As Knives turns and heads across the sand, he keeps his voice low. Should Tessla drop off to sleep it shouldn't wake her again.]

Your ... wing looks like it'll make a good blanket for her. Do you mind staying in the back with her?

[Vash had a way of being comforting that Knives couldn't hope to match. If anyone could soothe her to a deep, restful sleep, it'd be him.]