It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"T-" oh she needs to do the voice "-they need to go to the constables. D-down the street."
Then he'll run back and get the second one and dump him too.
Is Lucette looking any more alive?
...he'll let the commoners hear his voice. "Do you ladies need anything you can't arrange for yourselves?"
Yes, she can follow, gripping the bannister for support... apparently hard enough to crush the part she grabbed onto.
Scoop. "I can fly you, too, that's not actually more expensive than flying just myself so if you can't carry me in the air I should carry you."
"I am not sure I can take off without damaging things."
Lucette is trying to only focus on how she should not be gripping him too hard.
Getting higher is hard but he can go over the very edge of a building and hold her out over it and drop her there. Then he lands on the building.
She very nearly slams into a building on the other side of the street as she accelerates in the wrong direction, before managing to right herself and fly up instead, slowly turning to pick up Haru and then to head for the tunnel they emerged from.