Reflex: the flex of his fingers as she spins around, ready for a mistake, to catch her if she's stumbling -- but no, it's Pidge after all, talking in her usual sharp tumult, quick as anything.

The castle. There's still a thousand-thousand questions jostling for priority: how'd they even land? where'd their lions go? (how could anyone miss a lion in this mess of lights and trees?) why do so many booths look deserted, crawling with shadows that stir and sway at the corner of his eye like nothing human?

Luckily, Keith's a boy for focus.

"Yeah." His gaze cuts briefly groundwards, drags back again to Pidge's familiar beaming. It's no time for misplaced guilt. "I'm guessing you haven't seen any of the others around."