Isidor sighs and folds her arms tightly. "I was afraid of that." She looks over at her brother and heaves a slow, unhappy sigh. When she turns back to Steve her expression is one of determination. "He needs to sleep. The longer he goes without rest the more likely he is to have a seizure, and that's dangerous. I... I hate to ask you this, but we could use all the help we can get. We've been using sleeping tablets, because they're reliable and they limit dreaming, but he isn't always happy to take them."

Shifting her weight from one leg to the other and back again, she glances over to her brother and then tightens her arms. "Could you... Could you try and convince him to take them if I bring them to you? It's so much easier if he takes them by himself." As her voice falls silent her expression turns grim. "If that doesn't work, maybe you could hold him still while I make sure he takes them." She looks over him and a smile almost appears, but it doesn't last. "You could probably do that easily enough now."