[ He's so tired, slumped against her, and without thinking, she gently wraps her arms around him and shifts him to instead lie across her lap. She's no stranger to taking care of people -- it's often the easiest way to manipulate them. Especially men. But she is also from a big family that did care for each other, and that inclination has not exactly left her just because she's transferred the idea of who can be family.

All of the Summoned are family. Sometimes you pull a gun on your family member when they get outta line, but as long as no one fires a bullet, it's something you get past when they need you. (And yes, Julie is from a very white trash bloodline.)

And besides, by now she's already told Kyle she'll look after Jack while he's here. ]

Okay. [ Waking up something big? That sounds very bad. But not like anything he'll have much more detail on. ] You said y'all are on a mountain, but can you see the Singularity from there? Is it close?

[ As she speaks, things are changing around them. More cushions, blankets. A large tent a few feet away. She makes no effort to move him; this is because she suspects others will be coming along shortly. She wants them to have a place to rest.

The Singularity feels heavy and content in her head, like a dog falling asleep on its master's lap after a long day of hunting. It's the first time in weeks that she is not filled with its massive panic and fear and pain. It's the first time since the beginning that she actually feels any kind of calm, despite the circumstances.

Absently, she runs her hand along his arm, lets her palm rest flat against one of the bizarre lesions. Maybe it'll help, she doesn't know. ]

Just rest. You're gonna hafta go back out soon, but try and rest for now.