She reaches out once he's let go of her hand, tightening her grip on it for just a moment longer because she needs that sort of reassurances. Then, though, she screws up all her courage and nods, ready to walk in his shadow and do whatever it is he instructs. "Okay," she agrees. "I'm ready. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it."

And maybe she'll stop wandering through doors that want her dead, eventually.