Mateo stabbed, Brayden dodged then shouted, and Astrid took the offered arm. "Mom put Minor in his kennel," so to speak, she joked. They strolled the line, picking and choosing more carefully than most of the others had (men, anyway). "Do you think this is going to go in our favor?" she asked quietly. She'd asked Mateo the same thing earlier that morning, but he was a telepath and not a clairvoyant. They just all had to be hopeful. "Your dad's stick is in place. How's your mom doing?" the princess wondered with knitted brow. "I hope he takes the stick out after the address - somewhere private," she chuckled a little at her own joke.