[ She gives him a look that tells him she can read the between the lines and is calling him out on his bullshit but silently. There's nothing they can do about his actions now. It's already done. ]

I understand wanting to help as much as you can. I want to help however I can as well, but exhausting yourself too much will only worry others.

[ Not to mention harm him, but Clover thinks that will guilt him more than telling him to think of himself. It's a good thing she doesn't know about how he passed out; otherwise, her nagging and hypocrisy would be even worse. Strong or not, the fussing happens no matter what.

Clover listens, though, and scoops up the dog into her arms. Breaking into a run, she looks over her shoulder. ]

Will it keep going, or does it have a limit?

[ She doesn't even know what it is, but that's part of the problem solving. ]