There's so much trauma in here already that what additional trauma might be gained from self-sacrifice doesn't make much of a dent, at least not on the surface, not in any noticeable way. But they readily follow her in the direction of the table. Ivy doesn't get more than a few fingers in a wave, no singing today, but they think they can be forgiven that this once. "Are you still safe. Nothing made it in here? While I was gone." The questioning tone comes in at all the wrong places, but at least it's still there.