Sylvain's arms wrap around her and Dorothea is really too surprised to pull back or protest. She's made herself terrifyingly vulnerable to him, and he chose not to mock or scorn her in any way, but to hold her in his arms as if he could protect her from the horrors of her past, or the pitfalls of her current dilemma. It's... oddly comforting, which is a thought she never would have previously associated with him, but here they are.

Her arms tentatively slide around his waist as he agrees to help her, feeling more relieved than she can really explain to have an ally in her corner for what is surely going to be a trying time for her. It almost makes her want to kiss him, but she refrains. She's not thinking clearly right now.

"Oh. That's... really a good idea. I'll reach out to Yurikins today, but we should definitely talk to Hanneman before he gets too far ahead of himself. I don't think he'll just go around telling everyone, but..." She sighs, leaning back a little to look up at Sylvain, her green eyes meeting his amber.

"Thank you. For being my friend and my ally. I can't express how much it means to me to have your support. For so long, I had to deal with all my problems on my own--there was no one I could rely on. It feels good having someone in my corner."