I have come to find that technology, when integrated with the body, may atrophy just like any muscle over time. [ Funny, how Sion remains wholly himself when speaking of such things; the blessing and curse of being modified as they have, able to do so much for so very, very many people, while holding themselves at bay, carrying a stigma because of it. A stigma which seems not to exist now, as Sion continues to hold Lapis' hands, leaning in to touch his forehead lightly to Lapis' own, nose quite nearly touching nose as he sighs, relieved to know that his friend's long nights may soon come to an end. ] Exercising the A.I., even if it should be taxing, will be of great benefit to you. I--...

[ Ah??? What's this??? A slow droop of his eyes, white-as-snow lashes falling to half-mast, then a small (cute??) sound which is a...

Yawn!?!?

Jerking up and back, Sion is mortified (with himself), and no longer quite so relaxed. ]

I'm sorry, I am, perhaps, not nearly as restless as I thought myself to be. [ Clearly, Sion, if you almost fell into a light doze. Blushing himself, a light dusting of gold touches his cheeks, a boyish, apologetic look overtaking him: ] What I meant to say, that if you should ever need assistance with practicing, please do not hesitate to call upon me.