Ronan joins her a moment later by the front door. He's somehow procured a damp face towel, though there really wasn't enough time in the space between her descent and his own for him to find a bathroom, grab a towel, and run it under a sink. He probably conjured it out of thin air. Or he was holding it this whole time. Anyway, she'll need to wipe all the shit off her face when they wake up, and this is a lot faster than a trip to the baths.

"Alright," he drawls, his free hand clasping hers. "Here we go, cowboy."