It was only a small stumble, but Much's free arm was around her even as she righted herself. An embarrassed laugh bubbled up from her chest, but Much's smile was all reassuring warmth.
The moment of alarm had passed as quickly as it had arrived, but Much's steadying hand remained on Qebhet's back, waiting, it seemed, till he was sure she had her footing. She ought to draw back from him, and yet somehow she found herself contemplating how nice it might be to close that distance between the two of them instead and rest her head against his shoulder.
She did neither, only looked up at him and met his gaze with a soft smile. "Ah, there's the hero." The words could easily have been made to sound mocking, sarcastic, but Qebhet said it with nothing but fondness. "Best to leave it be, I think. The provocation was mine."