There's one kid, and she'd say you were a pansy for needing them. [He means Arya, because she's what, twelve? And pretty friggin' terrifying.

He shifts again, slowly reaching up to readjust one of the pillows - everything feels sort of heavy and uncooperative, so the motion's a lot more uncoordinated than it should be - before settling back in again. His eyes dip shut, and it's almost easy to just start letting himself shut down.

... Probably because he's already really overtaxed himself.]

I'm fine. [Well, you know. He doesn't need anything right now. He's not fine.

And then, proving they pretty much are bookends to each other or something:] You should take it easy.

[Because he knows you've been running around basically nonstop since this got started, and even with the serum, you've got to be feeling pretty tired. And hungry.]

Thanks for bailing me out.