[ She remembers how much it'd meant to her, over a month and a half ago, to have some sort of human contact. Reiner is a lot better for these kinds of things. He's a more comforting presence in general, and if and when she realizes she's taking a cue from Houka Inumuta instead, she should probably laugh. She lets the hand she has touching his arm move to find his hand, not really concerned with if he's holding anything or not. The contact's all about brevity, but best as she can, she'll give his hand a short squeeze. Her fingers are cold, her palm a warmer contrast.

She lets her hand fall away soon after. It's just a small reassurance. ]

You're welcome. Ah... and Ken. Don't stop trying to swim... but reach out for help before you lose the will to keep your head above the surface on your own. Most people drown because they lose energy and the will to fight.

[ And swallow water and disappear beneath the surface, but this wasn't a perfect metaphor from the start. ]

That doesn't have to be you, too.