For someone who keeps Harrowheart at such a distance, Isidor is quick to take his warning (or perhaps it's a cultural exchange) to heart. It's far too late, however, and apart from giving him a set of wide, horrified eyes, she doesn't get a chance to respond with anything but a scream.

They are surrounded by a chorus of excited screeches and yells, but Isidor looks a bit like a cat who didn't mean to get onto the ride. She clutches rather desperately to the restraints keeping her safe and does her best to keep focused on her brother and not- Oh gods, she looked down. She bites her lip and breathes heavily, but whatever calming effect that has is quickly dispelled by another dive. This time, in her panic, Isidor grabs Harrowheart's arm with a vice grip. They can't both get catapulted off, or exploded, or dropped… right?