Miniver links his arm in hers -- protectively, falling back on years-old instincts he had once had to look after his own sister, who had also had dark hair and an intense gaze. He leads her carefully through the swamp to the Guildhall, and then inside -- he isn't exactly a regular visitor, but he's been here often enough that he knows his way around.
He leads her gently to where Artan is, squeezes her arm lightly, and lets her go.