"Trust him as far as you can throw him," Ilde says, on the subject of whether or not he plans to heckle; she's still quieter than usual, and still pressing close to Ivan's arm, but there is a concerted effort being made not to fall completely into the background. The more she lets herself get away with, the harder it'll be to climb out of it, she reasons, attempting to compromise between complete withdrawal and the fact that she sincerely doesn't like how much of herself feels on brittle and on display when she tries to give more.