[ The soothing burst of magic as the burns on his hands start healing registers before anything else. Keith wasn't expecting anything to come of that call for help because that's how shit goes when there's a fire. Always tons of spectators to gawk and gasp, but not too many willing to stick their neck out. A lesson learned when he was a kid.
He looks up sharply, relief overriding whatever trace indignation he feels over the insult. There's a time and place for everything and so on. ]
Sylvain...?
[ He can't lie; the guy is absolutely not who he was expecting to see, but that's not important. He gives him a nod, gripping the beam. This time, he focuses all his energy into that one task -- no distracting concerns about the unconscious chimera or the inferno blazing around them. And this time, between them, the beam lifts enough that Sylvain should be able to grab the child. ]
You got her?
[ Teeth grit as his arms strain from the weight, he angles the beam slightly so that it won't fall on the girl's legs when he lets it drop. ]
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He looks up sharply, relief overriding whatever trace indignation he feels over the insult. There's a time and place for everything and so on. ]
Sylvain...?
[ He can't lie; the guy is absolutely not who he was expecting to see, but that's not important. He gives him a nod, gripping the beam. This time, he focuses all his energy into that one task -- no distracting concerns about the unconscious chimera or the inferno blazing around them. And this time, between them, the beam lifts enough that Sylvain should be able to grab the child. ]
You got her?
[ Teeth grit as his arms strain from the weight, he angles the beam slightly so that it won't fall on the girl's legs when he lets it drop. ]