"You know I'd never hurt you, Tommy." It's not a no.

“You fucking bastard, you actual— you’ve literally killed me twice, you exiled me, fuck you, you fucking bitch.”

"Tubbo exiled you, Tommy! Not me. I'm your friend. Now make the bed."

“What the fuck, you sanctimonious bastard, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—” Will she let him get another log at least or will she take it again? Because he’s making his first log into a crafting table. 

She'll allow it. She strokes his hair while the block is half-broken and he can't move or his work will be interrupted.

This sucks.

Eventually he has enough wood and he can get out of the way and make a bed. "I made the bed for you, bitch, are you happy now."

"It's for you, silly. I don't need a bed here, this is your home. Go on and set your spawn now."

"...Fine."

You whisper to WilburSoot: you should leave

WilburSoot whispers to you: why would I leave?

You whisper to WilburSoot: just trust me

And Tommy puts the bed down and sets his spawn.

"Well, Tommy said I should go, so I'm going to go now! Bye!"

"I--uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh, you weren't--bye, Ghostbur."

She glances at Tommy, curious. "What did you go and do that for? It's not like I can kill him, he has 'infinite canon lives'." She's moving around the bed and placing blocks in a big square, starting the foundation of walls since Tommy hasn't for himself.

"...You can still hurt him, just because he'll forget doesn't mean it won't happen."

"The past is our memory of it, Tommy. If Ghostbur doesn't remember, and you don't remember, it barely even happened!"

"No, I don't think that's true."

"I do. You will. Help me with these walls, would you?"

“No, I don’t think I will.”

"Please?"

“You’re really— you’re really asking please, like, that’s what you think it’ll take for me to be all ‘oh, yes, how silly of me, of course I’ll help you out!’”

"It's the magic word." She tosses him a few blocks of cobble. "I brought your favorite, too."

“Don’t want your fucking pity things.” Time to go back to punching trees. Hopefully this time she doesn’t take his logs or pet his hair. 

Little of column A, little of column B.

Is he able to make any progress in terms of picking up logs because if not he is going to give up and go exploring. 

Enough to make it worth staying, but it's slow going. He really ought to sleep, there are monsters out.

Does he have, like… a door. If so, sure, he’ll sleep. If not, he gets enough wood to make a door, puts it down, and then starts to lay down. …Is Paramin still there when he goes to sleep?

Yes, he has a door. Yes, she's there. She's placed an end stone brick stair at the foot of the bed and is sitting there, looking up at the night sky. Sometimes he might see her gaze flick towards him, but it's hard to tell in the dark.

"Tommy, I'm not a hostile mob. You can sleep around me."