He'll use the elevator to get them on deck faster, to save her the energy of trying to balance, and his bare-handed grip stays warm and steady in hers.

When they're on deck, it's still dim since the Barge landed inside a burrow, but there's streaks of amber sunlight shining through the narrow exit, and he pauses to admire it briefly, before he holds his staff out, low and easy for Taylor to straddle as it floats in mid-air. "Here- you can sit in front. I'll keep you safe."