The hands that found her were instantly familiar, and a wave of relief came crashing over her, wrapping around her like a soft blanket. "Tobias," she breathed, her arms returning the gesture and latching around his middle, clinging to him for dear life. First Erudite, then this new place; the unfamiliarity, the jarring circumstances, the death and suffering had all been replaced with a new unfamiliarity, stark in its own right by the jovial atmosphere. It was a shock to her system to go from pain, anguish, a revolution, to a festival in an entirely different world.

"I worried about the same thing," she murmured against his chest, holding onto him tighter. Were she stronger, she might have hurt him, but with such a small frame and muscles just barely beginning to truly develop, she ran no risk. "The woman on the screen, Tobias. Just before we were brought here... You heard her name, didn't you?"