['Helping.' Of course he was helping. Apparently he just couldn't get enough of helping. He was going to die helping, at this rate, the infuriating-
And then she sees his face. His eyes. That's... a lot of eyes. Nothing she'd read about angels had those. For a moment, she stops- she doesn't let any expression color her face, but she does take a moment to process what she's seeing, and the pause is certainly long enough to be noticeable.
It's only a moment, though. The sounds of further collapse overhead pull her from her distraction. She swipes with one hand, and the flames on the pile of rubble between them dip into almost nothing so that she can jump across to where he is, roughly pulling him closer to the wall to avoid the worst of the collapsing debris.]
Ridiculous fool.
[It occurs to her that she should avoid inhaling the smoke as well, but she's been too distracted, and she needs her hands free to firebend anyway. She glances around them, trying to find a place where the fire was faintest, and finally she holds out her hand, risking a cautious breath and ignoring the stinging in her lungs, suppressing the choking reflex of the ash in her throat. Bending is in the breath, that was more important. She could choke later if she still needed to.
Fortunately, it works- the flames between them and the other door quickly begin to take on a blue glow as she seizes control of them and begins trying to douse them.]
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And then she sees his face. His eyes. That's... a lot of eyes. Nothing she'd read about angels had those. For a moment, she stops- she doesn't let any expression color her face, but she does take a moment to process what she's seeing, and the pause is certainly long enough to be noticeable.
It's only a moment, though. The sounds of further collapse overhead pull her from her distraction. She swipes with one hand, and the flames on the pile of rubble between them dip into almost nothing so that she can jump across to where he is, roughly pulling him closer to the wall to avoid the worst of the collapsing debris.]
Ridiculous fool.
[It occurs to her that she should avoid inhaling the smoke as well, but she's been too distracted, and she needs her hands free to firebend anyway. She glances around them, trying to find a place where the fire was faintest, and finally she holds out her hand, risking a cautious breath and ignoring the stinging in her lungs, suppressing the choking reflex of the ash in her throat. Bending is in the breath, that was more important. She could choke later if she still needed to.
Fortunately, it works- the flames between them and the other door quickly begin to take on a blue glow as she seizes control of them and begins trying to douse them.]