There's still a whimper of protest, but it's a small one. Compassion's glow draws her gaze up once more, and though she's shaking slightly, it isn't in fear of this one. She knows what she is, all that she is, and her song is not the one to fear.

Swallowing hard, she lets her hands lower by degrees. Being exhausted and not able to sleep is a chore on the body on the best of days, let alone with this illness coursing through her on top of it all.