[She ducks her head and tries to hide a giggle behind the gossamer veils framing her face. "I hope not. Daddy looks about ready to crawl out of his robes already, he might just have security escort us up there if we don't start walking." Her fingers twine more closely with his in an effort to reassure them both, and though it does nothing for her own nerves, she hopes he will understand (this is all I've ever wished for). "The harp bridge is about to start. Are you ready?"]