[Futaba watches him slump over, curled in on himself and looking pathetically exhausted. Not that she can blame him, considering everything that has been happening recently. It's as if they haven't had time to breathe as long as she can remember.

Still, she feels guilty taking up most of his bed when he's so obviously tired. She shifts to one side of the bed, settling on the edge before patting the space next to her.]

If you're going to train, you need to rest...and there's plenty of space for both of us. It won't bother me at all.