She hadn't been looking for words in response to it anyway, there just aren't any and they know that, they know. Instead they squeeze, dig their fingers into her pulse, grounding them both.

They sit down and she folds her legs to the side, like another wall coming down and the release of that tension allows her to ease her grip just slightly too. Something a little less terrified, a little less completely fucking uncontrolled and more like... companions in it all. Their sniffing reminds her to rub across her own eyes with a wide crimson sleeve, the robe she usually ends up dreaming herself in whether or not it's an umbrella nightmare.

"Of course." Without hesitation or reservation. There's nothing she's not willing to try for them, with them, right now.