"Harry, Perlie, Eli, Alonzo, Walter, King," Much said, with a grin and a nod for each of them. Maybe it should have been a little weird not to be sure exactly where the people he was talking to were, to only be getting one side of the conversation, to wonder what they'd said that she'd laughed at, but it was hard to notice the weirdness when the thing that struck him the most was how relaxed Qebhet looked. How could he possibly think it was weird, when this was the most natural and easy he'd ever seen her?
He wanted to hold onto that, hold onto it like it could get him through, somehow, and Much swallowed, and smiled, and offered her his hand, his arm ready to loop around her upper back when she turned toward him. "You'll have to tell me when the music starts," he murmured quietly. "And save us if I start to dance you through anybody..."