Kyra tries to shift up, and gather some of her wits back about her. The thrumming in the back of her brain tells her that's appropriate. She's said too much. Or something. There's a magnet drawing her in, but she knows she needs to pull back. So she does, a little, taking one palm and rubbing it over her eyes, kneading sense back into her brain. She shouldn't let this affect her. She should've just gone to sleep.

"No...it's...no." Her words stumble out, halting. "I...come back to that. Later."