It's important, that she does let go. She gives them space and it is, at this point, sorely needed- the distant figures of others around the campfires still too close for their liking, even if they're far too tired to do anything about it. For once, the fumes of their being feel like they've gone out entirely- for once, it feels like something in them has pulled the proverbial brakes, knows enough to stop them from trying to muster the energy to stand when it's a pointless endeavor in the first place.

Something inside them, no matter how temporary it may be, stops. And in the morning, they may very well be all the better for it; more capable of pulling together the effort to go through the motions of the day without cracking with a single, unconscious influence of someone just as inclined to act, but with the experience to bend, just slightly, to the need to slow down.

"Sure." They don't coat their response in flowery verbiage, for once; now that she's agreed to keep this from Frisk, the guise drops. Something else to pull back together when they have the time and energy for it.

"...Lup?"