Strange's call catches him on the stairs, bouncing off the stone in a way that makes it difficult to be sure whether they're coming from the floor above or the floor below. But his first guess is right — that's all his luck for the week, probably — and when Ness's follows it he's close enough to hone in on the room and appear promptly in the doorway.
It takes him a second of standing there, processing the tossed books and Ness's pinned arm, for his expression to shift from put out at having been waylaid to alarmed.
He says, "Fuck," under his breath, and he's not a healer and he's not a force mage, but he's dealt with the severely wounded often enough to do what he can do: he spreads his hands ahead of him and blankets her with a barrier that might at least prevent things from getting much worse if the bookcase shifts or falls again while they try to get it off of her the old fashioned way.
Which he is trying to do now, a first attempt made without trying to coordinate the lift with Stephen at all. He's always thought himself a bit stronger than he is.
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It takes him a second of standing there, processing the tossed books and Ness's pinned arm, for his expression to shift from put out at having been waylaid to alarmed.
He says, "Fuck," under his breath, and he's not a healer and he's not a force mage, but he's dealt with the severely wounded often enough to do what he can do: he spreads his hands ahead of him and blankets her with a barrier that might at least prevent things from getting much worse if the bookcase shifts or falls again while they try to get it off of her the old fashioned way.
Which he is trying to do now, a first attempt made without trying to coordinate the lift with Stephen at all. He's always thought himself a bit stronger than he is.