The sleek creature who had gone into the Spire was a far cry from the dusty, bloodied, oozing man that emerged, coughing but still unbowed to catch Amalia in his arms and pull her against him. Grime and dirt streaked his usually immaculate clothing and darkened his mussed hair. Blue eyes were red above the linen mask that he tore away, drawing partial lungfuls of clean air in before coughing more smoke-laden air out again. He leaned against the side of the Spire next to the door, pulling Amalia with him and not sure he could get much further as he surveyed those who had fled before him, and those who had arrived since.
He would have raised a brow at Wessex's treatment ofRory, if so much as blinking didn't hurt. Lucas had escaped as well, and the Ascended was...
Well.
"It's alright," he tried to soothe the shaking friend in his arms, trying to ignore the feeding going on nearby.Rexanna was strong and knew what she was doing... but if she asked for help he would stumble over and help rap the overeager blond head off her. "Here, let me just..." He shrugged the bag of first-aid supplies off his back, pulling out the skin of boiled water and wetting some clean gauze, handing it to Amalia to wipe her face with while he did the same, wincing at the way his skin ached at even such minor contact.
He would have raised a brow at Wessex's treatment of
Well.
"It's alright," he tried to soothe the shaking friend in his arms, trying to ignore the feeding going on nearby.
