That one earned him a smile, small but heartfelt. He'd always been on her side in the past, pushing her when needed and trusting her own measure of things where some of the others had assumed her capable of too much or too little. She knew that despite his confidence in her, if she said it was too much to handle, he'd take her word for it - he'd seen what happened in the early years when she'd reached too far, when other personalities threatened to overtake her own and it had taken days for her to recover. They didn't have that kind of time now.

"Thanks, sugar," she murmured, her attention turning inward as she continued to sip on the warm soup and prepare her mind for another new tenant. Years of training with Xavier had provided her a system of compartmentalizing the stolen psyches; some wandered free, like Logan and Erik, but most were locked behind doors that became brittle if not regularly reinforced. That was what she focused on until the soup was gone and there was nothing left to delay the inevitable.

Setting her mug on the floor, and stood and walked the few feet to where he sat, sinking to the floor by his outstretched leg. "Last chance to back out," she offered, trying for a joke but ending up far more serious than planned. She wouldn't blame him if he did.