and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Turns out he's more distracted than he thinks he is. Like, he's focused on what's right in front of him: the beams, the tiles, the.. debris... And he's focused on shifting that away. Getting rid of it. Away, away, away—But he's not looking up. He realizes what he's done the instant it's done, just a fraction too late, and as another piece of the roof caves in Aamu jumps like a startled cat. The resounding crash is deafening to his already tired senses, and it takes effort not to wince at it. A fine black mist hangs in the air once the worst of it clears, and Aamu, pale eyelashes stained dark, peers in the direction of Wessex. "I'm fine!" he calls back. No point in dusting himself off, but with a small shrug he resumes his work for clearing the well-buried armory.
Aamu ... keeps cleaning ... the armory... x''DD
Aamu
