[Muffet clasps her hand, carefully but firmly. Not pressuring her for anything, just providing something solid to hold onto while she centers herself, something warm and real.]

If you want, we can just sit and listen to the fire for a while. There's something restful in a warm night, looking at the stars.

[She doesn't know this girl, and she's always been more the type to look out for friends and family, ignoring the rest of the world... but they've all washed up on this island together. If they don't help each other, who will? It's not much, but hopefully it'll be something to start with, whatever she's struggling with.]