So things were bad particularly when Shu tried going to bed? That made a little sense, your mind tended to wander as you laid in bed waiting for sleep to take you. June had spent many nights herself either unable to sleep, or constantly waking due to bad dreams. She had eventually found a way to cope with it however, and now she could sleep completely unhindered. A good night's rest could help one's mood insurmountably as well, so maybe the first thing she should try lending a hand with was getting Shu to sleep again. Placing a hand on the young Saiyan's in a show of comfort she smiled gently, trying to make it absolutely clear she'd not do anything without his consent; pleasantly enough Shu was happy to go along with what she had in mind. "We'll work on those things then, and we'll help them one by one. It'll take a while, but things will be better," June replied, giving Shu's hand a gentle squeeze, "And please, you can call me June. Miss makes me sound so, old..." And she wasn't old, was she? Technically she was only in her twenties now, but if they counted the time in Otherworld then she'd be around 40 or so, if not older. A single, small bead of sweat trickled down on her forehead then, reflecting on just how old she was in reality; 40? Her? She didn't feel 40... "You won't be tired and scared, not forever. We can start working on things and you should begin feeling better soon enough. Just... It's a bit late for us to start today, but first thing tomorrow we can get working, does that sound okay with you?"

It was not wholly surprising that the compliment fell flat, they often did when speaking to Viral. Even in his healthier days he was never one for flattery, so Vegeta wasn't at all taken aback. "Bored? No, you won't. I'm sorry but we're not here to entertain ourselves, it's to test to see if we can get you to rest after a day's work," Vegeta replied, "And you can complain all you want. Tell me you're tired, tell me you're sore, tell me you're short of breath or your body feels like it's going to fail you. If you say nothing then I have nothing to base your condition off but my own judgement." In fairness he could probably discern, to a decent degree, just how Viral was faring. Nothing compared however to getting his own feelings directly from his mouth, yet obtaining that was never easy. "I do want you tired, but I don't want to work you to the point of collapsing." Long as that much was completely clear they should be fine, he hoped. Flying up to the top of the rubble pile, Vegeta eased a few chunks loose and let them simply roll down to the ground, setting back down and arranging them methodically for Viral to shatter. Unlike the wall building exercise he wasn't nearly as concerned with being orderly, as how could one be during destruction?