Titania watched Nyx bustle into action to help the good knight and smiled, pleased that she hadn't even had to try to wiggle out of lifting something that appeared a wee bit heavy. Everyone had their own strengths and skills, she always said; hers just tended to lay more in the decorative realm than the manual labor one. Once Nyx had Percival sorted out, she stepped forward again and looped her arm through the other woman's. With her free hand, she pointed towards a prime opening near the fence surrounding the battle field. "And I think I see our front row seats," she announced. "Chance, sweetie, is it okay if we go over there?"