[ It doesn't matter, Greed says, and something in the space between them shifts—a low, quiet pushback that never quite forms into words. Because it does matter. It matters even if he can endure it, even if he's survived worse—because it's him, and Sharon cares more than she'd ever comfortably admit.

Bluebird—Jinx, obviously—is making sure the Nest isn't empty. Sharon isn't entirely sold on the idea of strangers settling in that close, not yet, but she'll deal with it. They don't really have the luxury of being picky. They need people. People willing to stand against Sleep. Hopefully, everyone Jinx pulls in falls on the right side of the lane. ]

Let's keep it that way, yeah? [ She says, tone light, almost teasing, but there's an edge beneath it that doesn't soften. She hasn't crossed that line yet, hasn't killed for someone's devotion to Sleep, but she hasn't ruled it out either. If it comes down to it... she'll do what's necessary. But one of the last people she'd ever want to turn on is Greed.

A faint smirk touches her lips. ] I'm always down to show off for you, Greed. Can't promise it'll mean much against something like Sleep, but maybe. Hopefully, you'll find a use for them.