[Misa stares at his hand, dazed. She hasn't gotten to the point of feeling one with her body again; not quite yet. Of course it isn't comfortable, or warm, but isn't that the point?]

[Why would he do this? If he saw everything she did and said, why would he come to her?]

[Slowly, Misa takes his hand, holding it for a moment before attempting to stand up. It feels like an incredible burden right now, but she took his hand; she has to do something.]