There were many things she'd done tonight that she probably would not have done a few months ago... or hell, even a few hours ago. Taking his offered hand is one of them.

But she does, and hauls herself upright on it, not waiting for him to pull back.

"I think I can get behind that idea..."

Already she felt calmer, less jittery and full of mental white noise. Sleep had been more or less out of the picture entirely. From where she stood now... it seemed like a fairly reachable goal.

She bends down to pick up her abandoned bowl and spoon, inspects it a little, and then runs the spoon across the bottom again to get the last dregs of multi-flavor melt that had pooled down there. Waste not, want not.