[ it was something valid and unresolved. what were they planning and how did this happen. how could they prevent it from happening again? it wasn't something to turn a blind eye to. falco dips his head in silent acknowledgment and agreement, dabbing at the concoction he's made and caring for the other unattended blotches of purple and brown beneath her skin. he offers extra focus to where her ribs are. ]

—Maybe we could do both.

[ they still had to collect more things, they still had to snoop around and sharon wasn't in entirely good shape to insistently keep working. this could take some time. maybe even a few days. ]

There're more Sleepers, here. Maybe we could all think of something together . . . I don't think you're wrong, Sharon. [ falco worries his lips together, before softly rising with his words to say: ] I'm just worried about you.