For anyone else, or perhaps had she been younger, Sonya would've bristled and forced whatever energy she had on her own. Yet, this was Cassie, and this was the void, so perhaps neither were valid excuses.

"I may need help." This was muttered, either lack of energy or still not quite willingness to accept she was this tired.

She was so tired. There was the strong feeling in her gut that just one mistep or one small item in her way would be enough not just to ground her, but perhaps she just might fall asleep then and there. Lord knew she'd done so in worse circumstances.

"Tomorrow's definitely going to be a sugary cereal morning." If she didn't find herself sleeping the entire day away.