She purposefully took his hand in hers, leading him back away from the throne, through the hoardes back towards the door they had entered through. She led him through first, with her hand, before turning and walking out facing the masses, seeming to say something unintelligible.
Once she was through the door, it slammed shut with a vicious force, almost seeming to slap the concentration off of her. With a brush of air, her controlled facade fell away, leaving her the small, rumpled teenager she usually was.
Her hand squeezed his, trying to draw him back to his reality, as gently as possible.