Bryn/Jacob
The chime on her phone distracted her from taking his arm. The message she found there would prevent her from returning to the party. "I can't join you. Seems I've been left to guard over a very precious treasure. And likely anyone that saw us enter together, save my daughter, probably thinks you've fallen prey to my dastardly wicked ways." She sighed softly, dramatically placing the back of her wrist in mock distress. "I'm sorry if it tarnishes your reputation."
The mock distress was banished as if it were just a blink as Bryn smiled up at him. "But you go have fun, there's much food to be had, and ample drink to overflow your goblet. That is, unless, you have a wish to see this treasure?"