She hums her agreement as she gets his arm settled around her shoulders, leaning into him a bit to help hold him up. "Totally morbid. My people are good at that." Catholics and their odd rituals.

"But yes, let's get you home. Come on. " As always, those two words are less a direction and more a prompt that they're about to start moving. She steers him slowly toward the door, patient, letting him show her how much holding up he'll need.