[There is nothing about the potential list of how things can go wrong that offers her any kind of the solace. On the contrary, hearing it all makes it feel just a little more real. At least if she's kept it in her head, she can use the excuse that she might be overthinking it a little. When things get said, they become more weighted. It isn't something she can just deny or pass off as something else.

For the hint of a moment, her uncertainty spreads across her expression. She'd love to choose how she went, admittedly. She gets the feeling that's a luxury none of them will have. It's a good thing she hasn't been expecting it. Looking only a touch grateful, she accepts the bottle he offers up to her and she sniffs at it uncertainly before she indulges with a fair amount of caution.]

Ceremorphosis is certainly a real concern. [She admits with a grimace.] Whatever would I do if my pretty face became a mess of tentacles. [She says it out of levity only. She doesn't think much of her appearance, but the bar is pretty low when tentacles become involved.] I'd like to make promises. Say that I won't let that happen to any of us, but I know that I can't make a guarantee like that. We haven't turned yet and I guess we have to take that with all of the gratitude that we can muster.

[Looking down to him, she cocks an eyebrow and after a moment's consideration, she moves to sit next to him.] Cautiously optimistic. [Nepione echoes him with thought.] Here I would have thought it's best for us all to travel together. The mantle of what we carry is heavy. It's easier to bear that burden when we're all going in the same direction. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the rest of you. I'm not foolish enough to think otherwise.