Oh blast - another one that's taller than her. She was going to end up with a permanent crick in her neck from everyone these days. Still, her hand settles respectfully to his shoulder, settling warm and calloused into his own. The barest pressure like she's worried about - being held onto maybe. ( Terrified, let her skin turn to ash, let her slip out and away from this lest she ever be held and tied up again. ) But she lets him take the lead, her feet following along in the closest approximation. Mercifully, something she knows.

Something to talk about? She's quiet for a moment, and then very softly to his ear, she speaks. "Where do you hail from?" It's murmured and she sounds tired, even now. Exhausting, distrusting so much.