Noemi lowered her head as she watched over the General for a moment, she then looked over to the side upon receiving the transmissions from the elf. Nodding to herself, she reached up to grip onto the General.
“Come on, let’s get you to sleep,” Noemi instructed. “They need you to be resting to finish the work on the implants.”
She then gently tugged the General over to the bed. Given that he seemed disoriented, she reached down to remove his boots once she had him seated.
~You may reprogram mine as well, but don’t make them a priority. Mine have always been faulty and have lost control over my thought processes with age. Concentrate on the General, then remove my programming.~