Hmm. Glittery princess tears, probable near-death or, you know, actual-death experience being left behind. The corner of Tony's mouth twitches like the subtle pulse of empathy that inspires is an internal irritation.

"Yeah," he says. "Nothing here's gonna try to hurt you, anyway."

Nothing still standing. Around them, pieces of demon are melting into viscous puddles, cleaved in places by giant swords, roasted by lightning. The air still smells a little electrified. "We're taking you back with us. We're maybe a day out from the city of Kirkwall, homebase for Riftwatch, an organisation that seals up transdimensional rifts, kills the demons that come out of them, rescues the people that do too, like you. And me." He lifts his hand, lets the green shard there sparkle.

He tips a look back at Adrasteia. "You can share a saddle with our new friend, here. Unless you wanna stop off somewhere, do the other hand too," is a nod to her newly acquired shard. If there's annoyance, even anger, it's not present in his voice, but there is something a little tense in his expression.