Kestral sighed with relief when Glacir turned to help her. He had been quiet at first, but his actions meant a lot to her. She scowled in Tyrian's direction, saying in response, "Not like I can help it y'know. Bit difficult to shove your way through when you have hollow bones..." Now that she had some leverage with tGlacir acting as a wedge in getting them through the crowd, she could tuck her wings close to her once more.
She was surprised to see Tyrian turn to help her as well, considering their earlier confrontation. Perhaps he isn't as angry as he was before. He questioned her about her ability to move about, the female flicking hair out of her face after slicing through one of the pouncing, monstrous fish that jumped up to try and take a bite out of her face. "I'll be absolutely fine. Besides, you need all the help you can get. Don't worry about how I'm going to fare, worry about keeping your own flesh in tact. I've grown up with these, especially while learning to fight. I've learned how to do close combat with them being where they are."