I—

[ - don't need to rest, she's about to say... but reconsiders at the last second. The protest dies on her tongue, as it should. Her paranoia that something untoward will occur the moment she closes her eyes is unfounded here. ]

I will. Once I'm finished my tea.

[ She'll - she'll use the weapon of sleep to vanquish this ostensible illness! Yeah. ]

Are you able to fall ill? You seem remarkably steady in comparison to everyone else.