please help me through the crowd

"Oh, dear. There's certainly a lot of people here, aren't there?"

"Look at 'er, all fancy and properly worried." Wryness drips off of Syrenne's crooked lips in waves. "Come on, Lady Calista, let your fiercest knight in dusty armor escort you!"

Such an idea is...somehow more shocking than it should be, given what the Lady of Lazulis has already been through in the past few months. And just as Syrenne's suggested, she's not exactly the most traditionally presentable choice of retainer.

Yet...

Calista offers one silken arm, gamely; promised acceptance comes with alacrity.

"I should be delighted, Lady Syrenne."