Shuri's the first one to start fading, which is only understandable, Bucky thinks, given how much stress she's been under for the past several weeks. Eventually, T'Challa leans over to give her shoulder a gentle shake. "Go to sleep," he tells her, fondness clear in look and tone.

"But--" she protests, looking around the room. Bucky nods at her too, and smiles. "We'll still be here tomorrow," he points out, and the quiet delight of being able to do so bubbles in him like champagne.