Okay. Your call. 

She nods. I'll do it if she needs me to, just - I knew this was a risk when I agreed to come, I'm going to be fine - I pretty much am, actually, it's just that it'll be easier for that to happen again for the next few days - and if I can be useful here, I want to. Like, I don't want to stress her out, but, if I've gone through this anyway I feel like should make the most of the opportunities I have because of it.

Makes sense.

And, after a pause, cities suck.

Very much so.

I can tell you about what happened, if you want, by the way. Questions would still help but I can, like, describe it or whatever.

Are we going home? Ila chimes in.

She doesn't want to go home yet, he tells Ila.

I guess what I want to know is what you need me to do.

Ila rests her head grumpily in Nidela's lap and Nidela apologizes to her and kisses the top of her head.

The most important thing is to get me someplace away from people and quiet - Ila knows to do that if she's with me. If it's not too bad I just need to be left alone for a couple hours and maybe have a nap and I'll be fine; if it is too bad - and this is the worst one I've had in at least a couple decades - then I definitely need to be left alone to sleep, and I need to eat a little more than usual - it's sort of like recovering from an injury, that way.

Okay. And do you want someone managing - before it gets like that -

That might help? I'm usually pretty okay at it, but noticing I'm having trouble gets harder when I start having trouble; it does sneak up on me sometimes. That wasn't the problem this time, though, I knew going out was a bad idea and I was just too far gone to stop it from happening anyway.

That sounds ...unpleasant. I'm sorry. I can try to drag you out of the way if I notice your thoughts getting scattered -

When it's happening it's usually just confusing, at first - I forget I can do things, and I sort of remember that there are things I should be able to do but not what they are. If there's enough left that I can do what I'm trying to do, I'd usually rather be left to do it, but if there's not, or if I'm losing stuff too fast, yeah, go ahead. Or if I'm in a lot of pain, that's a bad sign even if I am still functional and usually by then I'm not making very good decisions.

Okay. 

Thanks. And - it's okay? This is hard but I'm used to it.

That's good to know, thanks.

She nods.

You all right?

Yeah. I - get stressed when I feel like people're judging me for not having done something right, but they didn't say what they wanted. 

Oh. "Kitty, let me up -" She shifts to the other bed and hugs him. Usually people don't want to help at all. So I really don't - expect better than that? It's not a surprise, I know you expect yourself to be better, but I'm not... used to the idea that asking for things works, yet, I guess. And that's definitely not your fault.

Oh. Okay. 

Hug. You're really good and I'm not sure why you think you're not.

You just have really low standards. Not that I blame you.

I don't think it's just that. Ila likes you, too, and I'm pretty sure she has higher standards than I do.

She seemed pretty mad at me.

She didn't growl at you when you came in, did she? She's been upset - not surprising, really - but she's not mad at you.

Oh, okay. 

Well, let me know. If you do want the teleport, or whatever.

She nods and unhugs. I think I'll be okay. But thank you.

Any time. Glad you're okay.