"Then maybe... you need a limpet to stop you punching stuff. There's no sense in sinking the ship." It was an attempt to lighten the mood, though her voice is still heavy and weary. She says nothing else as he guides her to sit down. Selphie curls up against him, cradled in his lap. She sighs with a tired stutter, then moves her arms around his neck to keep herself even closer. For a good few moments she just sits there enjoying the safety and comfort, "Feeling any better?"