[She hums, on leg propping up and wiggling back and forth to release some of her unused energy. She feels the tired soreness in them grumbling for her to stop that, fucking hell, but she needs to move, body. It's just how things are.]

It's all a lot, isn't it? Might -- be all of that at once. No matter what, it's -- a lot. [This time, her hum is a tune, just a faint, brief 'It's tough to be a god~' It's tough to be less than that, too.] Is the point just -- to say that? I dunno. I jus' think about them -- sometimes.