[She'll let him hold on to the canteen even when he's finished drinking; he's obviously thirsty, and perhaps it will help if the berries were the cause for his outburst, helping to wash away whatever remains in his system.

But she isn't going to assume that it was just him. While she's aware of his pre-existing PTSD, knowing how he freezes up in certain situations which had, at first, been agitating, but now worrying, she does have a feeling that the uncharacteristic behavior he did today was likely not related to that. It's unlike him to go into a blind momentary rampage.

And honestly, after a few encounters with otherwise unassuming wildlife, she'll believe it's...something about this planet, at least.]

There's still some back at camp. I'll hold on to them for research purposes, make sure that the others don't mistake them for a snack.

[Back at camp...she looks away from him for a second to look over her shoulder, out towards the mouth of the cave.]

But we should head back when you're feeling well enough to travel. You probably need to eat something. [She offers him a humoured smirk, albeit a strained one.] Something that isn't hallucinogenic.