"If you burn yourself out, Detlef, you are of no good to anyone-" Her eyes narrow faintly as she looks to him- through him, voice pitched low in the space between. "You need to let him take care of himself. He is not like you; he needs food, warmth, and rest. To deny him this out of impatience- some might call it unjust."

She holds a hand up to forestall any- well. Outbursts this might prompt. "Some. You mean well, you have a purpose to fulfill. But you must allow him to be himself otherwise you both will suffer for it."