"Oh." Well, Merrill feels like she's going to pass out now. "Thank you- um, again. Really. I'm very flattered too, no one's every really complimented me like that before."

And she's babbling. That needs to stop happening, and she takes his arm, grateful both for the support and the distraction.

"I'll try not to pass out until we get there." Though then her grip tightens, as much as she can tighten it in this state. "Will you stay? At least until my magic is back?"

Until she can defend herself again.