He's so wonderfully solid - which isn't something she ever... knew outside of particular circumstance to know whether that was something she would often find with other people. Right now, it's a relief though, letting him take the brunt of the force of people around them. All she has to do is hang on like a skag to a hot dinner as he leads them to a sheltered spot.

( Or maybe not, her jaw didn't unhinge quite that far and her fingers definitely couldn't grip that hard, and it probably wasn't flattering to either of them. )

Quiet as she watches people go back and forth past them. Piling in further on to the square where the king had been killed. "When I see these things happen normally, it's in a big arena, lots of people fighting to the death to kill other people."

She doesn't let go of him. Holding on as tightly as she can. His wrist broader than the small of her hand but she does as decent effort as she can. "Everyone cheers, no matter who dies when that happens." Obviously, it's Pandora. It's the thrill that someone is dying and for once, it's not you. "Guess that really would be better than this."