[He doesn't miss her grip tightening, and though he doesn't react outwardly, he understands it. They have precious little moments to lower their guard anywhere, and it extends into this court. He might be protective over all the 100 (or at least, what's left of them), but there are still those he trusts more than others, and Raven's gotten fairly high on that list - in a small list, she's one he's glad to be here with.]

[Bellamy scowls a bit. Hallucinations usually aren't collective. His own last experiences were traumatic at its finest, but at least here there aren't any corpse. So far.] Fairy magic. [He spits it out hotly, still in disbelief, but then starts to wonder - could they produce a mass hallucinogenic?]

[He shuffles a glare at at imp who looks at them in a way Bellamy deems a little too wrong. It scrambles off, and he adjusts his grip on Raven's waist.] Nowhere good, if they had to force us into it.

[Because that's the thought at the forefront right now - no matter how appetizing and welcoming the food looks, there has to be a catch. There's always a catch.] We'll have to ask around. Not everyone looks... local. [He's caught sight of people looking just as out of place as the two of them, even though their grime and hard looks seem to mesh well enough.]