[ Though the silence lasts (amicable as it is warm), the stillness does not, for the Director is quite keen upon ensuring that Julius takes all the rest needed for a proper recovery. And so: it is with slow, careful motions that Sion sees himself settled atop the mattress, beside his friend, his free hand touching lightly to Julius' shoulder with pressure enough to gently coax the other man down, to lay on his side, nose to nose and forehead to forehead in close proximity to him. ]

Is it not taxing, to maintain the physical structure of the cells for long? [ Even now, one of the branches remains twined about Sion's hand, a tether which he cannot say he truly minds, and yet-... ] Please, do not exert yourself.

[ A soft twitch of a smile, an ever-so-slightly wry curve of his lips: ] Doctor's orders, so do not even entertain the notion of protesting.