For a moment she debated the truth, of telling him that she simply didn't want to be alone in a place where she could be attacked. Of reminding him that, while their numbers were dwindling, there were still other nations here. Her "other self" sotospeak was her greatest fear. Manchild or not, he was still a country and even he would know how to seize an opportunity.

Still, she felt as if she had exposed enough of herself for today and instead nodded. Sleep, if possible, would be wonderful right about now. That decided, she reached up, clearly needing a hand to rise.