I think [having had a moment to reassure herself that she hasn't broken anything very important—see, look, he has been on both his feet for at least fifteen seconds!—and to slowly absorb some of the tenor of the crowd growing about them,] Enchanter Rowntree is right, Mister Dickerson. Bastien, would you help him? We will be on our way and find some answers all together, yes?

—There's nothing to be concerned about, [is directed across the line of Marcus's brandishing toward whoever there seems most horrified.] This is all perfectly fine.

[See, even the roar of the phaeton has begun to diminish!]