One must remember, the bending reed survives the storm a grand oak falls to.

That flashes into her mind and she doesn't snatch a knife from up her sleeve and bury it in Han's arm, claw for her eyes, or in fact do anything rash and possibly bad, at least long enough for her mind to catch up to "probably friendly don't attempt maiming". Which is... good. Yes. It's good.

She's being carried. A noble, in a tight, improper dress. No veil, nothing to protect her, in front of dozens, a witch, a knight. This isn't... it's not being done to blackmail, it's being treated as okay, it's. This was Uusha's problem to deal with, [i]she was in charge.[/i] There is a hand close to impropriety and it's staying rock solid still, much as Piripiri is frozen in place like a cat about to panic and decided to claw or bolt.

"I can keep this up all night!"

Oh you silly, stupid girl. This is not how this goes. Not from you, not for some random maid, and never for her. None of this makes sense, and she's drawn in on herself, and she muttered all of that out loud, clutching at your arm and oh tiny gods those muscles. Breath, and center, and stop the panic and the butterflies.