Dílseacht ritheann domhain.

"I didn't know what else to say to make it stop," he muttered into his pillow and hoped that sleep came quickly. He doubted it. His face was too red which meant his heart rate was too high. At least it was dark--darker than it'd ever been before in this room thanks to Javi's work--and surprisingly quiet for once. That would help in the long run at least.