Warm water and somebody who doesn't ask her a lot of uncomfortable questions, as a general rule, sound equally appealing to her and Ilde leans forward far enough to rest her forehead against his, first. "Okay." She feels like absolute shit, even if she's not readily discussing it; she's too tired and on edge to make much of the usual effort to try pretending otherwise. She isn't sure how to react to being dead and thus far has more or less got by with...not reacting, really. It's a concept she's still circling.