Moist's overall demeanor seems a little jarred; she doesn't fault him for that, not after seeing what she knows he's seen. She reaches out her hand to him, slipping fingers through his before she pulls him close to the both of them, frowning faintly.

"It's better up close," she murmurs, taking a sip of the wine before pressing a kiss to the edge of Moist's mouth, simultaneously tilting her head back into the touch of Urquhart's fingers.