"Unless you have a bottle of veritaserum hidden away in your pocket, there isn't any way you can get me to tell you anything," Minerva replied, just as stubborn as he was.
There was a part of her that wanted to resist - to pull her arm out of his grasp, and she was strong enough now. Oh she could pin him to the wall if she tried.
But she was tired and the bed seemed to be calling her name. Minerva sighed, letting herself be dragged from the chair and she flopped onto the bed.
Snorting, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well neither do I. Aside from what I've read and what the Healers have told me, which you should know. Not everything in paper and in stories turn out to be true or completely helpful."
Minerva looked up at Atlas.
"I'm not going to fall asleep until you leave. Once I'm asleep, nothing can rouse me and I don't trust anyone around when I'm sleeping anymore."