[She will, but she does sit. Gracelessly, she just plops on her couch.]

So. She was your mana source. And you've been going for days without anything to sustain you at least.

[That explained a lot about what was going on, her nose wrinkling, her thoughts screwing up. Him disappearing would be bad. He needed someone, and he was someone she did honestly care about, despite outward appearances. And the colony really did need him, in it's own weird way.]

So you need a new anchor, that's it. [Looking at him, she quirks her head to one side.]

Why me?