Quiet time is for the best. Ren was the last person he should've asked for any explanation about the ins and outs of being human, despite her apparent pre-qualifications for such a task. Either way, the exhaustive effort to put into words something that should be innate makes her a more than willing participant in this resting game.

He's got the appkravitztice hat on, so he's going to be fine. That hat is imbued with a magical power that gives someone pleasant dreams and a cushioned head. She'll have to give him one to call his own, which sounds like a birthday thing? Maybe? She's getting the hang of this gift giving stuff. Do ghosts have birthdays?

That's too much thinking in the mid-afternoon heat. She can worry about that after she's done clutching his hand and huddling against his body.

"Okay, I'll listen for the weird noise in your stomach, but you have to tell me if you're thirsty. Bodies don't sing about that," Then she casts a glance across camp, as if looking for something-someone. There's the potential need for a switchout during this impromptu naptime, but she doesn't see him. Oh well. "You have to tell me if you want to hold hands with Taako too. You have to use words for that kind of thing and I'll go find him."