Not leaving her to dwell on the ingrained urge is certainly the right course to take. While she has not encountered what sent her fleeing in the first place since waking, emotions like fear usually do not respond readily to reason or logic as evident in the tightening of the muscles in her legs.

Inhaling as she lifts her head from her hands at the sound of him rising from kneeling, Annie looks up at him with an expression of anxiety bordering on panic that fades at the sight of his hand held out to her. Her dark eyes focus on his hand for a pause, and with only a brief hesitation midway, the girl reaches to accept the offer. The smaller hand feels warm and smooth, not yet roughened by labor if the lack of callouses are any indication.

"..i-is it really okay for me to call you Edward?" She has the impression that most adults would prefer something denoting greater respect than a first-name basis.