[Oh, she will gladly take your hand, Angel. For solidarity and morale. Or something.

That said, however, she glances up at the person in question when he kneels down nearby; her expression is soft, but likewise a bit worried because this...doesn't sound good, does it.]

Is she your companion, then...? I don't know what happened, it was all rather odd; she came to me in tears, the poor thing...