[ Lucky for Grace, the sickly tension she drags into the air is home territory for the man she picks out in the dark of the hall, and Quentin is deeply weak for a damsel or just about anyone in distress. Unluckily for her, while he gladly opens his hands to catch her, he's not...super experienced with complex dresses. ]

Yep. Yeah, I got you, don't worry. I'm gonna get you out, just-- [ The hare mask hides the puzzled bend in his brow, thank god. His hands settle loosely at her elbows at first, then one braces splayed over her belly. Her warmth radiates through the boning. ] --breathe. I'm gonna get you out, but you need to cool off so I can help.

Close your mouth? Can you just breathe through your nose?