[ She takes his hand, because as much as she still kind of wants to just lie on the shore like a piece of driftwood, that's not going to do her any good in the long run. Might as well make the best of the situation, even if it's rapidly becoming obvious it's not ideal. (But let's be real, since when has a fate/protagonist ever been presented with the best possible circumstances?) ]

...Huh. Yeah, that's probably the best place to start. We'd at least be able to tell if there's even people at all here.

[ If there's not, maybe the whole "becoming one with the beach" thing can be bumped back up on the afternoon's agenda. ]