The alien stared back at Rhylaen from the safety of his blanket nest. He could feel her reaching her mind towards his, but he was resistant. She meant no harm, but yet he was still dying. 

When the command to turn down the lights was received, the suited man scoffed. "Absolutely not." He said. "Those lights are the only thing keeping that creature from using its weird shadow powers on the two of you. Who knows what it could do." 

Another man butted in. "We actually haven't seen the alien use its powers for ill intent towards us. I think if the lights are weakening it, they may be playing a role in its failing health." 

The suited man curled his lip, then waved a hand towards the cell operator. "Fine. Turn the lights down. If anything starts going dark, turn them back up immediately." 

The lights in the room dimmed down slowly until the room was just lit enough to see across it. The corners darkened, and the white walls lost their brightness. The alien's bright red eyes, now glowing like hot embers under the blanket, widened. He no longer had to squint as he poked his head out again. 

He looked up at the small woman, thinking that maybe she was here to actually help now. He sat back up and held out an arm, sporting one of the silver dampening bracelets that blocked the majority of his powers. He tugged at it, then looked back to her, hoping to get his message across.