Like she believed and never doubted for a moment, her Angel of Music was there, ready to sweep her off her feet and steady her once more in his strong, safe arms. Her arm slid easily around his neck while his own came up behind her knees, gently lifting her from the unsteady elevator floor beneath her feet. The stairs were more familiar to the young woman, more normal and comforting than this strange invention. Yes, there were many things in this world she did not understand and she wondered, idly, if there was ever a chance she'd be able to comprehend them. It all seemed magical to the young girl, like some fairyland, and so very unreal. Could any of this possibly be? This place, this time, this odd invention they currently resided in? It couldn't be, could it? Her only reality, the one to strengthen her own, was the man currently cradling her in his arms. Erik was here. He had always made her life real, her reality stronger and better somehow than before. When her father passed on, she lost the faith to sing, the passion for the music he had given her, but when Erik had brought it back, given her voice life again as well as Christine herself. No matter what occurred in this strange world, she didn't doubt he could do the same for her here, too.
The soprano had taken to burying her face in his shirt to keep from seeing the the world, though barely moving, from filling her shaky vision. When he spoke to her in a calm, level tone, the auburn haired woman looked up, forcing herself to concentrate on his face, the partial mask and the pale skin visible on the other side. Already, she felt herself beginning to calm, to feel safe once more. It was rather ironic that she found comfort in the face of someone who was seen as a possible monster to so many, but she did. Oh, she did. Above all, Christine knew he would never, ever allow harm to come to her and that, as much as others believed differently, she knew in her heart and in her soul he was a good man. A kind man. Sadly, the world had been cruel to him, his life had been cold and dark, and it was hard for him to be the kind, caring man she knew he was to others, but the young woman knew it was there, inside, because when she glimpsed it, it was simply beautiful.
"Okay..." she replied softly and gave him a small, reassuring smile. She did not want him to worry about her. Not when there were so many other things to worry about. Large, doe eyes closed, lashes resting gently, delicately against her pale cheeks and she forced herself to breath, to focus on the beating of her heart in time with Erik's and nothing else. They would be arriving soon. She knew she would be okay.