Whimpering children. Maebhrin sighed up at the tall male. "They are frightened. If they understand their plight when fear has nigh overcome them, 'tis a wonder." Especially since she did not believe in miracles. Or gods, for that matter.

It did not trouble her that the younglings swarmed over her like monkeys, she did her best to carry them all. "No, no, not my legs. If he shall not carry you, I shall, but I need my legs to move us all, yes?" Though likely, the Sidhelien is a sight, being clung to as if she were a ship covered in barnacles. Nevertheless, she moves with care across the rope bridge with her small burdens.

"Though if you littles wish to help, and walk yourselves? I promise I will not let you come to harm." That was a promise she'd keep. She just turned to look up at Emet-Selch, then. "Are you going to follow?"

Likely it was wise if he did, but that was up to him, now.