"All right." She wraps her fist in his mane as tight as she dares, putting maybe half her weight on him. "Tell me if I need to lighten up a bit."

Under normal circumstances, some part of her notes, being this close to an alien would be cool as hell. But it feels - not normal, exactly, but ordinary. Right now Alloran is her buddy, and they are getting the hell out of dodge before the enemy finishes what it started. Like they have before, and will again.

It's comforting, in a weird, horrible, good-thing-elves-live-for-centuries-cause-I'm-gonna-need-that-much-therapy way. Maybe it shouldn't be. But being alone would be way, way worse.

"Let's go."