“Oh, sweetheart…” she whispered. She crossed the room with slow, steady steps, lowering her voice into that calm, warm register she only ever used for Daisy. “Bug? It’s me. It’s just Nyssa.” Nyssa crouched beside her, keeping her hands visible, not touching yet. “Can I come closer, little star?” she asked softly. “There you go,” she murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re alright.” Nyssa wrapped her arms around her, slow and careful. “Breathe with me, baby genius,” she whispered. “Nice and easy. In through your nose… slow… that’s it… good girl.” Another breath. “And out… I’ve got you, honeybee. I’m right here.” “Let’s get you out of here, hmm?” Her tone was gentle, coaxing. “Too bright. Too loud. Not good for my favorite scientist.” “You’re coming home with me,” she said, voice that soft big-sister certainty that meant the decision was already made. “You need rest. A dark room. A weighted blanket. Tea that doesn’t taste like chemicals.” “Hey,” she murmured, soft as a lullaby. “Can I ask you something important?” “Would you like to move in with me, Bug?” Her voice trembled with quiet sincerity. “I think… you’d feel safer here. And I’d feel better knowing I can take care of you. You don’t have to do everything alone.”“You’re my little sister,” Nyssa whispered. “Let me be home for you.”