Arc debated for a moment whether or not he should accept her offer. On the one hand, he would gain what he wanted at that particular moment, which was the companionship of another person. On the other, it was dangerous in ways so great in number that he couldn't even count them. Anything could go wrong. Everything could go wrong. But on the other hand, he wouldn't have to freeze in silence and solitude for the next eight to twelve hours. Not that he hadn't done it before, but that didn't mean he had any desire to do it again. He looked up at her, studying her. It was her eyes in particular that he looked up, as if they were tiny posters that he was trying to read from far away. There was a message hidden behind them, or so his father would say about everyone's eyes. Everyone had a story, and it could be read by simply looking them in the eye.<br/><br/>Deciding, after a few seconds, that she was being sincere with her offer, Arc reached up and took her hand. He braced himself against the stone with the other, pushing and pulling at the same time so as not to drag her down suddenly. "Alright, alright, you talked me into it," he said playfully, winking up at her as he stood. It was horribly painful at first, but after he was up he found that some small movement was possible without wanting to die. "Just so you know, i was joking too... about the 'feminine wiles' thing. I knew a few girls from before everything went to shit that used their looks to get things. I suppose everyone finds a way to survive with what they're given. I'm glad you don't exploit others with your good looks." Honestly he wasn't trying to flirt, but trying instead to pay her a genuine compliment. She was attractive, outward and in, but he didn't strike her as someone who would rob him overnight using her looks to lure him in.<br/><br/>He put his foot on the ground and, with her help, started to head deeper into the cave. He only put a minimum amount of weight on that leg, but it was progress and he was happy with it. The pain was manageable at least, and that meant that he was recovering. Just as Madison said, he should be right as rain after a few days. "Listen, I know you've got your things to do, and I have mine, but... you don't have to be a stranger after tomorrow. I wouldn't mind it if you came to visit. Y'know... whenever you needed a hotel for the night or something." Immediately he felt like he was being far too clingy than he should have been, and chided himself internally. But he couldn't change what he'd said, and it was the truth. He certainly would not mind if she popped in to see him. If she felt like it, and if she didn't have something more urgent to do, and if she was... well... alive.