He's done so much for her already, been through so much because of her. Whatever he's said about it, Chrissy still feels more than a little guilty for what she inadvertently dragged him into. While there's a lot she may not understand yet about all of that, she does know that he wouldn't have been accused of killing her or attacked by evil bats if she hadn't gone to him for help that, it turns out, no one could have given her. The last thing she should do is ask for anything more from him now, when he's currently going out of his way for her yet again.

At his offer, though, she visibly relaxes, like letting out a held breath, tension she hadn't even realized she was still carrying beginning to ease. "Really?" she asks, her voice embarrassingly small. It shouldn't even need to be a question when he sounds certain enough, but all of this is still so surreal, and she isn't about to take his kindness for granted. "I... yeah. If you're sure."

The rest of what he's said catches up to her, and she gives a quick little shake of her head. "I'll be fine on the couch, you don't have to give up your room for me," she adds. "Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep anyway. I just... think it might help to know someone's nearby."