Well, that's their loss if they got outbid by someone who treats other people with respect.

[She sniffs, and already she's listing sideways, resting her head on his shoulder even as she shakes her head.]

Nope, they just snatched us out of the hall as we were passing by. I don't know of anyone who willingly volunteered.

[She seems oddly calm about it, but her hands tell a different story with how they bunch up and twist the delicate fabric of her dress, knuckles going pale. A faint tremor going through her as she seems to huddle against him without actually moving, as if hiding in his shadow would somehow work to chase off the dangers of the resort.

Yet when she lifts her head she looks surprised, meeting his gaze with wide eyes behind her white mask before her smile returns, like the sun breaking through clouds.]

I'd like that. It never hurts to have more people in your group when you're setting out. Gotta have somebody to watch your back when you need healing, and all.

Thank you, Olivine.