He held onto her, wrapping both arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace. "Do we really have to figure out how to get home? I mean, we're all here and there is no drama, so to speak, yet," he said. He meant it, too. He had no love for Court, and he felt much better being away from the judgemental Moroi there. He was tired of being the son of the Ozeras who turned Strigoi, or the nephew of Tasha, the Queen-Killer. It was very annoying.