[She wishes she could banish his discomfort. She doesn't realize it could be easier if she let him do what he wanted in regards to her, but her pride dictates she can't lean on him so hard.

Being a good and reliable friend, to her, means standing on her own two feet more often than not. And really, being sorely tired from lack of sleep is nothing compared to what he's been through. She can weather it easily, if it's for him.

So he's correct to assume she's about to argue, her mouth opening and closing when he raises his hand, air escaping her nostrils in a huff.

Fine, fine. He really doesn't need to apologize, but he's determined to do it and at this point, she's tired of arguing.]

You're awfully stubborn.

[Pot, meet kettle, etc.

Still, she seems the least tense she's been so far as she climbs to meet him, considers his hand, and whether or not she should take it. But she gets the feeling...it's what he wants. And she's listened, and let him indulge her, so for once, doesn't he deserve the same?

She'll take his hand, then, and it's the first time she's felt the texture of another monster's skin under her palm. Decidedly not human, and her own hand is adorned in soft white fur on the back. Less human every day.

She can't help but snort at his comment either, adding:]

Yes, anything else would be more pleasant. But this was...good. You know? It was good to listen to you again.