[She hesitates. She still doesn't trust him. He can't possibly be real - like some kind of long-term, absurd hallucination that's trying to trick her into believing in it.]
[But she takes his hand in the end, lightly and with a touch of fear, following him towards the kitchens.]
[Spam]
[But she takes his hand in the end, lightly and with a touch of fear, following him towards the kitchens.]
Nobody gets a job description with their lives.