At his words she glances back to his face, then to his outstretched hand. She goes still, weighing her options (to stay where she is, or let her enemy-friend take her elsewhere unknown?) until she eventually uncurls herself enough to reach out, placing her palm warily against his. Era doesn't distrust him, but... Neither does she trust him wholly.

But she also finds that, in the end, she is too tired to really care.