Reaching out, she gave Cisco's knee a small squeeze. It probably would seem weird from the outside, but she knew what he meant. "Of course." She'd do it again if she had to, but that didn't seem as likely anymore.
A soft, involuntary gasp escaped at the sight of the small green thing in Cisco's hands. It had truly nailed the eye-to-head ratio in a way that immediately brought out caretaking instincts in her. Not unlike the intended recipient a month or so back when everyone had changed ages. And then it was her turn. "That's—Thank you. I hope that doesn't make it less fun for him." Doubtful, but she'd take it.