[ Again, she finds herself wanting to make a comment and refraining. Mokuba? There's only one logical conclusion she can make as to who that may be. It feels like almost forbidden knowledge--another peek into his book that maybe she wasn't meant to see. For both their sake, she'll make it a conversation for another time, if she even finds it in her to bring it up. ]

Always the best place to start, right? Can't dive into the middle of a story and expect to understand what's going on.

[ There's a few more layers to that statement she's sure he'll pick up on. They definitely dove into each other's lives at bad times.

To her mild chagrin, however, she's finding it's already hard to keep her eyes open much longer. She truly did enjoy his voice, the way it pierced through her and traveled deep into her core. She'd honestly been tempted to make a joke about him reading from her dictionary. Who wouldn't want to hear the definition of ancillary from him?

Eventually, she gives in, letting the weight of a million things tug her eyes shut. She'll cling to consciousness for however long she can, though. ]

No need to do voices or anything, by the way. [ Her voice is already sounding a bit distant. ] Just be you.