She's starting to hyperventilate, too scared to make words come out of her mouth.

Grimalkin stayed silent as the goblin chief started to lower her into his mouth

Faeries were everywhere, sitting on the marble steps or benches, dancing together in small groups, or just wandering around. Someone tugged on Claire's hair. A tiny figure hovered near her shoulder, gossamer wings buzzing like a hummingbird's.

She gives up struggling and simply prepares herself for what shes certain hes about tod do.

The goblin chief lets go, letting her drop into her mouth. At the last second, someone on horseback saves her, galloping away. The goblins are raging mad, and give chase Grimalkin lopes along beside them.

She clings to the person, terrified.

The person smelled of frost and winter. He didn't say anything, just guided his steed through the trees, the sound of mad goblins behind them. Grimalkin jumped up onto the horse and then climbed into Lin's lap.

Shes still trembling.

"I suggest that we head towards the river," Grimalkin muttered. "Goblins can not swim."

She hears him, but doesnt really register what hes saying.

The Winter prince nodded and turned his steed towards the river. "We are going to have to swim from here," Ash said as they arrived at the river.