"Oh, uh, you're welcome?" Bruno replies, words still unsure of whether this is all good and fine just yet or... well, he wouldn't know. He's not even sure what's going on apart from the wild guess of the starfish keeping her from bleeding water.

Seawater, in fact. It's almost like he can smell the sea, hear the water, simply by standing close to her, and it's unsettling. The only sea he's ever experienced was the Tempest between the Shadowlands and Stygia, leaving him with no fond memories of such, and so he fidgets and wonders if he should simply vanish into the crowd again. The crowd, the nearest ones still watching, staring, some confused, others wary; as used to strangeness as one must become in such a strange place, something new must be worth some scrutiny. Even Bruno can feel those eyes boring into his back and the urge to flee loses out against the urge to not abandon Gilia to be stared at all alone.

With that in mind, he gives a nervous glance back towards the other people and hasily suggests, "How about we, um. Head outside and get you some fresh air? That. Maybe that'll help? It's getting a little stuffy in here."

And to follow that thought, he'll take a step closer and offer her an arm to lean on. She's taller than him, sure enough, but that won't stop him from lending some support should she want it.