[There's so much indignation in his voice that it sounds like how he was in the hallway, looking for a book, cleaning something-just how he usually was. A force to be taken seriously, always, even if he looked every bit the himbo.

And then he took a step, and he ruined it, even if by sheer force of will he kept upright.]

You're right. This isn't for now. Not for us. Not for you. You need to focus on yourself, not anything else.

[Just on staying upright is a win. If they get into the injustice and all of it well- Asura will have to eat more wrath, and that's not a good way to fall asleep. He might get a stomach ache.

So she focuses on him, on washing out all the dirt, the blood, the memories of the time in the stone, and what should have never happened again, even as the water is hot enough to scald.

She knows what she could give him, if she thought that he had enough energy for it. Later, she promises. No kisses, because she knows what she'll do if they do. Her hands are everywhere, calm, sweet, firm, through in cleaning him-

And they managed to get him out, clean, wearing clean clothes, though she does need to change the sheets.

Still...she gently pokes him on the nose, trying to push him against the pillows.]

Sleep Asura. Sleep. It'll help us both.

[No spells here. She hasn't used a single one which is telling of how much she's poured of herself into him.]