[ She wants to believe him and she's not usually the one who is held back by fear, but the image of being once again locked inside of a shell as she loses control of her body has her distracted.

The comfort did help and she offered him a reassuring smile as she reached to place her hand over his. ]

I know. I believe that.

[ But they needed to get to work to get out of here, which meant she needed to hold it back and breathe through the fear. At least she wasn't sick and weak from cold this time. Stiff, but still moving. ]

Alright. You go lift that furniture you show off and I'll start looking through the boxes over there.