"A friend." Is the response she gives, plainly. Honestly.

It's been hours— maybe more— since she was able to ground herself in tangible reality beyond mapping out every physical details of the landscapes she's been stuck wandering through. This one is different; this one has him, and there's a relief (albeit a small one) in actually sharing conversation with another human being.

She reaches down, offering her hand rather than the dead one that's been clinging to him. Like everything else here, she imagines.

"What is this place?"