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Watching him fight off the urge to sleep was tiring itself. She actually felt the crease mark forming between her brows as they pressed together in concern. Should she even let him go back to sleep? She knew very little of the proper procedure here. Even despite her sister's talking up and confidence in her abilities, Lyra was still very much a medic-in-training. And Rannoch was, for all intents and purposes, a test subject.

His reassurance followed by a wide yawn caused a small smile to creep onto her features, and Lyra stood, front paws delicately placed together as she did so. She tried to pull herself upright into a posture that asserted dominance, channeling Hydra. It was a poor imitation, but Lyra hoped the boy knew what was best for him even in his semi-concious state.

"No, you must sleep," she said as sternly as she could manage. "You'll get better quicker that way." She paused, then decided to add another demand whilst she had the courage. "And eat those leaves, too."