I'd hope so.

[ She isn't in the mood to argue or think up things in regards to a soul— that's way beyond her knowledge and understanding.

Her hand goes to the back of her head as she pushes her face back into her arm and against the edge of the bed, tired. ]

And I know nothing about souls, what makes you think I'll risk something that'll compromise you like that?

[ Have a little faith, here, Emet-Selch. She lifts a hand and gestures a wave. ]

Fine, I yield. I'm not so unethical that I would force a drug onto you. Give me some credit. We might not even need it, firstly. Secondly...

[ She turns her head on her arm, looking up at him. ]

Why isn't this Archivist person helping you be free of this?