[ It's strange, to hear her ask about Hierophant in that voice. That's the voice you use to say I'm sorry for making things up, I won't worry you anymore. ]

No. No, he's fine. He just got scared. You gave him instructions. He likes those.

[ He has to get his breath back. It doesn't take too long, not after 50 days of having to be ready to sprint around at a heartbeat's notice. The tentacle nudges her neck, stays there for a moment. Measures pulse the normal way. ]

You look like shit. You want to sit down?