Aware that she had deflected his question with a question, Sabbath sat up and mirrored her cross-legged pose. He noticed her sniffle, 'had she been crying?' He wondered.

He avoided her question about how he was and what he was doing.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing, Nells… Whats wrong? he replied gently, tilting his head sideways to meet her eyes as she rested her chin on her knees.