"Nyota," he began to protest, but she seemed certain that she wasn't going anywhere. He sighed. It hurt when he did, but the reaction had happened anyway. Looking over at her, he knew taht she didn't mean to be upset or stressed with him. She needed something that she couldn't define. He was so used to being there to smooth over the troubles but when he was the one that was the trouble... they just hadn't dealt with that yet.

And he was tired, so arguing with her wasn't going to be able to go on long. "You'll need to sleep at some point. I'm not letting you worry yourself sick," his voice was stern that time, though far from harsh.