Ambulon frowned. "You really should sleep," he said. "I understand why you would prefer to stay awake, but I know your human body cannot survive very long without the proper rest." He paused. "If someone were to stay by your side as you slept, do you think... Do you think that could help you, at all?"

He tilted his helm. "All right, but I'm afraid I'm not very good company..." Though he did have some time to spare. Even if he didn't, Vandal was worth it. Ambulon just... sat down beside her bed, close to the monitors. What to say, what to say, what to say? God, he was terrible at this comforting stuff. His yellow optics turned and he spotted-- "What are those called again?" he asked, carefully pushing the blanket back into place over Vandal's foot. "Those small appendages. You told me once, but... I can't recall."

What are toes, Vandal? Seemed distraction worked better for him.