"Don't worry," she said, dragging out the words so it sounded as though she were talking to a child. The soft pat to the back of his hand only furthered the illusion. "If you go flying out, I'll say something extra special at your funeral. There might even be a tear or two. Not more than that, though, because I have an image to keep, you know."
The ride gave a long, low groan of metal against metal as they began to creep forward. It was the kind of ride where you would go back and forth until you gained enough momentum to make the circular path, which would then throw you into a series of loops. "You're not gonna get sick and throw up, are you?"