[ There's a blink when her hand is taken into his, brows raising in question as she peers back up at him. Considering she's usually on her own, the frontlines is always what she defaulted to - especially since Sylus isn't the only one here with a speedy recovery time, the cuts on her hands already knitting themselves together. But she doesn't cause a fuss; seemingly placated by the warmth of his hand around hers. ]

Considering they're human, or supposed to be, the extent of this corruption is concerning.

[ Have they become similar to Wanderers, now? Maybe this is a result of too much exposure to the Protocores... All theories she can't really investigate further at the moment.

But there is one idea and, while there is a moment of hesitation, it's wiped away when she notices how he looks at her. If he's looking to her, then she can let herself rely on him - her fingers squeezing around his hand as she motions her head towards the spirit, which is starting to regain its wits. ]

Are you able to... contain it, or at least grab onto it somehow? I need it to stay still so I can take a closer look.