Just because Ellis isn't worried about himself doesn't mean he shouldn't be, or that she won't, honestly, but that is not worthy of speaking into the air as it were; either way, her eyes follow his gaze upon the group and she nods, swallowing once.

"As long as it's neither Old God nor Broodmother, I think we'll be alright."

A shudder. They're too small a group of an Old God and Broodmothers are just... viscerally upsetting for Adrasteia, honestly.

(Famous last words, and all that.)

"But at what point do we decide it's worth dragging them out, even if they're kicking and screaming?" She tilts her head and raises and eyebrow. "Do we need a safeword?"

She might be just trying to make him laugh, now, in her own way.