[ Sometimes, Julie wonders whether it's all worth their effort. Their thoughts, their investigations, their worries. The Singularity is something so much bigger than any of them, than this world. Its power feels like something they can only endure, much like most of life's bullshit. Why should they all run themselves into the ground over what they can't change?

But then she remembers the strength of the want, the heaviness of the Singularity's consciousness against her own, and she knows there must be something they can do.

With a soft noise, she runs her thumb over the stitch in his brow, smooths it out. She knows he's right, that she should sleep -- she is already fully aware that once she allows herself to rest for even a moment, she will be out cold for quite some time. She's exhausted, both mentally from controlling the party, and physically from him. Still, she doesn't let her eyes close all the way yet. ]

You're allowed to rest too. [ She knows he doesn't usually, but maybe this is an occasion where sleep is the better option. Her voice is playful. ] At least don't stew all night, or I'll have to tell everyone what a party animal you actually are under that scowl.

[ She lightly presses her lips to his for a second and then tucks her head under his chin. Her eyes close and she sighs just before she feels her mind start to go dark with sleep. ] G'night, my wolf.