She can see he's serious, enough to make her waver in her conviction, not that she truly wanted to stay in the pit. Being without him, it would be too much, but she's a poor survivalist and far too anxious to move quickly. "I shouldn't. You need to hurry and I will only see you caught. Find help, Mat. Run."

Alicent's fingers pick at her nails. She'd chew them, if there wasn't grime on her skin. Her heart is racing, fear and illness having slowed her senses. What is the right decision? "Mat, I do not think I could manage."