A part of him could acknowledge what she was doing. That she had him at the calmest he'd probably been in a long while and knew it. That she was simply helping it along further. And he really had no objections. How long had it been now since he could simply do this?
He'd had times since being here, sure. But before that, it had been so long since he'd had a single day, a single moment of calm in his life. He almost wasn't sure how to handle it. It had been long enough he'd all but forgotten how. How to let his guard down and just relax without worrying about what was going to, what could happen. Not only to himself, but to his friends. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't let go. Not when there was always the threat of something happening to them. They were his responsibility.
"I think you've taken Much's job from him," he spoke quietly, breaking the silence. His tone was a reflection of how he was feeling. He felt like if he was laying down she'd be sending him to sleep right now.