The situation doesn't sink in for Isidor until they're slowing down to stop. Now that the feeling of her imminent demise has a chance to calm down, she full understands what she reached out for in her panic. Her cheeks turn a bright red immediately and she's grateful for the need to pull the fastenings back over her head. It gives her a good reason to slip her hand out of Harrowheart's. Gods, why does she feel so nervous all of a sudden? The ride. She can blame the ride utterly and completely. Except she can't blame it for not wanting to meet Harrowheart's gaze while she steps off the ride and composes herself. She does, eventually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and offering an uncharacteristically sheepish flash of a smile. Then it's back to setting a hand on her stomach and looking a tad nauseous.

Runa and Viatorus seem utterly oblivious to the dilemmas of the other two. In fairness, Viatorus looks happily frazzled by the ride. Runa is still giggling as she steps off, and then laughs even more at the sight of Viatorus' hair which is now extra fluffy. He must be dazed, because it takes him a second to become awkward when she steps up to try and fix it for him.

"That was fantastic fun," she declares once Viatorus' hair is semi-sensible.

"I'd ride that again, or another one," Viatorus says in agreement. "It was so… so… It was great."

"Maybe we could do something different for a bit," Isidor suggests, trying not to sound too hopeful.