Which Conan still thought was a ridiculous idea. If this was some kind of trap, all they'd accomplished by gathering everyone here was making a target of themselves. If they must gather everyone together, why not somewhere with more exits and possible cover?

But at this point it was too late to object. Not that anyone would listen to him at the moment.

"Mmm, I will." He reaches out for her hand, knowing that it was a gesture she would recognize.

And he didn't want to be separated either, even if it meant playing up the part of a child.