She's not exactly surprised that he's not listening to her, but it makes this so much harder, and she's not sure how much more she can actually bare before she starts crying. She squeezes her eyes shut for a few seconds, and inhales and exhales slowly, though even that doesn't look pleasant. Whatever the exact thing that's killing her is, it's starting to feel like it's putting pressure on her lungs. Deep breathes are difficult and are probably just going to get more difficult.

"Listen."

She opens her eyes again to look up at him, trying to make sure that he understands, that this is important, that he knows just what their situation is.

"I wasn't born with this power. I didn't know how to use it for a long time. I did too much a lot, and it was too hard for me to handle."

For a moment Nill glances down at the hand against her side, the wound that still oozes fresh blood occasionally, still dark.

"When it was bad it knocked me out. Sometimes it was just a few minutes, but other times it was hours, and I don't have the energy to do it right now. I'm too tired, and everything hurts."

Her gaze flickers back up to him, searching, hoping beyond hope that he understand.

"Finding her means I need to go through every thought here because I don't know her. That's a lot even when I'm not tired, and I don't know if I can find her in time. I won't stay conscious if I do it now, and I'm still losing blood. I can feel it."

The feeling that edges it's way into voice in his head isn't exactly fear - it's desperation, but the two do tend to go hand in hand.

"If I try that I'll die before I wake up again. And if you stay here, waiting for me to wake up, one of those things will smell my blood eventually and I won't be able to hide you from it."