[PQ] Safe As Unstable Houses

It was a relief that the pile didn’t fall and crush Koel as she had worried it might. The panic was still evident in his voice but now there was airflow and a hint of light in his little hole. It was something, a glimmer of hope that he could cling to while they attempted to free him from a safer route. This would of course require her to muster up the courage to tell Isla what to do. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to barking orders, she did so in her own way when she was helping a woman during labor, but she wasn’t used to doing so outside her little midwifery world. People, even the headstrong ones, were much more willing to a gentle instruction when overcome with anxiety and pain. Isla was in no way in that state. She took a steadying breath, reminding herself that it was for the best for them to start a new course. Isla, we need to work from the top down. This pile of rubble isn’t stable and one false pull will end up with a crushed Overseer. she whispered to Isla so Koel wouldn’t hear. They didn’t need him panicking more than he was after all. Her tone had shifted slightly, still gentle and calm, but with a firmness to it. She wasn’t going to back down from this, and proved so by starting to carefully scale the pile to reach the rocks at the very top. Just hang tight, Koel, you’ll be out soon! she said louder so he would hopefully hear. Reassuring those who were fearful was second nature for the young midwife. Isla Koel Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world