( Jury's still out; ask her again when they haven't just woken up in the land of faeries and pixies and things. Everything's a bit strange right now, and he's a stranger at the very least. Though, that didn't exactly stop her from taking his hand a moment ago. Strange isn't as much of an inhibiting factor as perhaps it ought to be. )

Oh, s'alright. Not your fault. It's this place, isn't it? It's weird, it's like it's messing with our heads. ( She takes a crisp inhale, squares her shoulders, and adds: ) Besides, don't let the hair fool you. I'm made of sterner stuff than I look. I'll be fine.

( Though perhaps she undercuts the sentiment just a bit by dragging a thumb under one of her eyes, to wipe away the moisture that managed to escape, just a bit. It's fine, and she's fine, and everything's fine and brilliant and also did she mention it's fine? )