Compulsion is her first thought. That's what it sounds like. He doesn't know, he doesn't remember. How many times has she had to do that to someone? To keep herself and others safe? To keep that person's sanity intact? Her brow furrows and she lets her thumb slowly slide over the bridge of his nose, her other hand tightening around his.

"Okay," she says calmly. "Just... relax. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She speaks soothingly but she means it, she's going to protect him. "Rest awhile, okay?" And then she can get into his head with him.

She starts to hum a song softly, shifting and inching her way closer to him, tangling their legs together a little more.