She wondered, albeit fleetingly, how often those who lended a hand wished for something in return, and if that something - given the nature of the island - was something she might not always be willing to give. She may have been being a little too paranoid, but could she really be blamed for that while she was still reeling from her strange arrival?

What Eskel did next didn't really help keep her brain from malfunctioning any more either. And the moment their hands connected she squeaked in surprise as something seemed to pulse through her, brightening her leylines to a nearly blinding white for a split second before she settled again, heartbeat thudding. "O-Oh. Of course. You as well, Eskel. Until we meet again." And once he released her hand she would slip through the door.