[ There's only silence as he looks to her arm hooked through his and... he knows better. He does. When has she ever really listened to him? And yet he still feels the need to say something, even if it will be useless. ]

We? Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren't you?

[ Yet he doesn't pull away, doesn't try and steer her back to her (their??) room or anything. ]

This is where I tell you that this isn't Insomnia and despite his royal highness granting me his magic here, it's still not a good idea to go out into whatever's out there.