[ When he puts his hands on the arms of the chair and begins pushing up, she shifts back to her knees and puts her own hands none too gently on his shoulders, keeping him down. ]

Will you please chill out for two seconds?

[ She needs to think, and he needs probably about eight to twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. And some food, but she doesn't have anything here. Her cupboards have been empty for weeks now. It's visible, now that she's taken off her jacket and scarf; she's never been a big woman but her slimness has turned to thinness, now. Under her shirt it would be possible to count her ribs even without her sucking in her breath. Physically, she's a shadow of her usual self, and she doesn't feel all that much better on the mental or emotional fronts, either.

But she's still got enough left in the tank to keep Edward Little from getting up and exhausting himself even further. ]

Just stay here. Everyone's okay for now, and there's nothing you can do right this second that you can't do better in a few hours after you've gotten some sleep.

[ She tips her head at her bed, neatly made and tucked against the wall. Sunlight filters through the flannel curtains she'd tacked up months ago, casting a warm and welcoming glow over the soft blankets and pillows and the rest of her cabin. They're both too shattered to really appreciate it, probably, but it's nice to finally set some sunshine nonetheless. ]

We both need to rest, and then we can figure out how to deal with things. Okay?