Soldat considers, thinks of climbing the stairs and going back into the bedroom, laying down-- and the arm shudders a little. Too vulnerable. Still too much tension. "Not yet. You can, though. If you're tired. I'll just listen to music down here."

Down here, they can look up and see her, verify her safety and comfort. Though even upstairs, they can hear her. It could be enough. They wish, suddenly, that Sora and Crowley were here. Ellever and Eleven. More people from the dream. (Need to verify their safety, too. Have to leave to do that. Orders. There you two are. Orders. No orders right now, Asset.)