Cass has been keeping an eye on you for the past, oh, hour or so. Casually at first, and then more focused. She's not loving what she sees, is the problem.

Bloodshot eyes - awake for too long. Visible muscular tension, lots of small shifts of position - soreness. Occasionally rubbing your temples - headache. Lots of blinking as you stare at your work - difficulty focusing. Shaking your head, rubbing your eyes, repeated yawning - attempting to stay alert. Conclusion? You're exhausted.

It's not a rare thing to see in this family. Or to experience. She's been there herself. Pushed herself to the edge - and past it - time and again. As have you. Hypocritical? Perhaps. But she's often had someone remind her that it's not healthy, tell her it was time to get some rest.

And maybe that's what you need right now.

So Cass steps away from her exercise, and makes her way to where you're seated. She casts a glance over the spread of files on the desk, the pictures and words on the monitors, the cans and coffee cups scattered about here and there. Mm. Yup. Familiar.

"Hey." She steps up behind your chair, sets a hand carefully on your shoulder. "You should come rest."