She likes when Steph's voice has that proudness to it. It sounds better than when she sounds tired or sad or self-deprecating. Steph's like a wild cat, and wild cats were never meant to be sad. (Sometimes, Ellie wondered if her thoughts would make more sense if she wasn't so tired. Others, she rather liked their strange turns.) "You're getting sentimental on me." She liked it. Sentimental was good.

"Mental fatigue is as real as real as muscle fatigue," she drones in the manner of someone who has been lectured repeatedly. Did therapy count as lecturing? No, mostly it was listening, but there were some things Andrea really loved to hard on about. And never mind that she just admitted to her general state of fatigue, probably not helped by all the energy she burned wrestling with things in her mind. "Hey, you don't think-- no, that'd make no sense," she adds in a quiet mutter. It'd make zero sense for Snow to get caught up with her nightmares, but she worries at her lip with her teeth. "Christ. It's a worry." She's grateful for the hand helping her up, even if she'd have liked to just tug Steph back down to the ground with her.