No voice to hear, but they can feel him staying, they can hear his stillness. Sparks flicker again.

The blankets shift. "I'm...not...You, you can't do anything," they inform him, peering out with one eye. He can't shove food down their throat. He can't--no, he won't knock them out, he's too nice even though he's being so mean and dumb staying where he shouldn't be right now.