Spock expected it to be bad. He expected it to be painful and unpleasant. He expected to confine himself to his quarters and not come out until it was over. But what he didn’t expect was for him to be in so much— Agony. Humans had their entire lives to deal with emotions; to get used to them and perfect them. Spock spent his entire life shutting them out and ignore them so, now, with no chance to do that, they were washing over him so deeply it felt like he was drowning and it was terrifying. Another emotion he could no longer ignore. He just wanted it to stop.
“Please.”
Hues if vibrant emerald stare down at the half-Vulcan, the doors to his quarters sliding shut behind her as she takes slow, deliberate strides over to the Enterprise's first officer, hands laced behind her back. Her head cocks to the right, brunette locks falling over her shoulder like a waterfall of soft curls and she quirks a single eyebrow, slight bemusement and ample confusion evident within her expression.
"I'm disappointed; I'd heard Vulcans didn't show emotion." She murmurs, a frown tugging at her lips as she stops just out of reach from the male. Ellis has learned from the stories of Khan's re-capture just what this man can do and she has no intention of putting herself in harm's way.
Especially not when he is in this... condition. Whatever it may be.
"Commander Spock." a pause, and there's an urge she hasn't felt since before the genetic's project creeping up her spine, one of compassion and a compelling need to assist those other than herself and Jake. She swallows. "Is there a particular reason you've opted to hide away in your room and breakdown, or would you like to pretend that isn't agony written all over your face?"
She won't attempt to assist him, regardless of what her old instincts are attempting to say--she just needs to know if he's stable enough to answer a question.
