She follows his lead on clumsy feet, thankful that there aren't that many steps to the relief of the stool. The world still feels like it's moving under her, and she isn't sure if keeping her eyes closed is making it better or worse.

"I'm just... I'm dizzy. And cold," she says. The long sleeves of her pajama top cling to her torso; her chilled skin could likely be felt under the material when he grabbed her elbow. She carefully opens her eyes while holding onto the island, just in case everything tips the other way and sends her off the stool. "And by 'arrive,' do you mean 'wake up on the beach with no idea how you get there'? If so, then, yeah."