She can feel the ratcheting tension with her Lord and doesn't like it. She never likes it when his temper starts to fray. Oh, it's only been turned on her a few times. But it is spectacular in its intensity. It's always controlled, he always makes sure of that, but it is frightening. She dislikes it because it does scare her at times.

Misa turns a worried eye on the monitors that watch his vitals. They aren't happy. She takes a chance and puts a hand on his thigh. She doesn't want to wake him, just soothe him a bit, get his blood pressure and pulse back where they should be.

She concentrates a little, but knows her Lord will resist. He always does, even when he wants the soothing, he resists. She sighs and starts humming softly, a gentle lullaby that her mom sometimes hums when Misa has trouble sleeping. (She doesn't have his nightmares, but her sleep isn't always easy.) She starts weaving the humming and the soothing together. Maybe it'll work... maybe it won't.