[She's winded, gasping, starting to cough and choke by the time the building gives way, and instinctively she moves to lean against him- but she feels him sway as he loses consciousness, and she's quickly forced to catch him instead. And that's when the collapse of the building throws her from her feet.
The result is an awkward tangle of firebender and angel hitting the pavement, though she at least prevents his head from hitting the concrete- possibly the third time she's directly stopped the pathetic fool from cracking his skull open. Once she's satisfied that no more debris or fire is threatening them, she collapses into a fit of coughing. She never choked so much before she came to Jigoku.
Once she's recovered- and hacked up some truly revolting ashen fluids- she finally turns her attention to Shealtiel again. Fool. Pathetic, worthless idiot. His wrist had been burnt pretty badly. For a moment, she regrets grabbing it-
The useless idiot got himself burned to begin with, put himself in that building, was the only reason she was there, if she hadn't grabbed it he'd probably be dead now.
Whatever. At least the rest of him seemed mostly uninjured, except perhaps his back- she wasn't really in a position to check. He was breathing, at least. He was-
His eyes were still there.That was... it wasn't terrible, but it was certainly strange. She peers at one of the eyes on his neck. It looks so real. Eyelid, eyelashes-
Distraction. She could ask him about it later. Or not, maybe it was like the scar and the wings, something he didn't want to talk about. She could respect that. He's basically lying across her lap, and she's supporting his head, so it's not easy for her to shift his weight off of her entirely without jostling him, but she can at least slip one hand down to gingerly press around his back, neck- avoiding the eyes- and the back of his head, to check for bleeding. She withdraws her hand. Thankfully, nothing.
Now, how was she going to extract her legs from underneath him? That was a trickier question.]
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The result is an awkward tangle of firebender and angel hitting the pavement, though she at least prevents his head from hitting the concrete- possibly the third time she's directly stopped the pathetic fool from cracking his skull open. Once she's satisfied that no more debris or fire is threatening them, she collapses into a fit of coughing. She never choked so much before she came to Jigoku.
Once she's recovered- and hacked up some truly revolting ashen fluids- she finally turns her attention to Shealtiel again. Fool. Pathetic, worthless idiot. His wrist had been burnt pretty badly. For a moment, she regrets grabbing it-
The useless idiot got himself burned to begin with, put himself in that building, was the only reason she was there, if she hadn't grabbed it he'd probably be dead now.
Whatever. At least the rest of him seemed mostly uninjured, except perhaps his back- she wasn't really in a position to check. He was breathing, at least. He was-
His eyes were still there.That was... it wasn't terrible, but it was certainly strange. She peers at one of the eyes on his neck. It looks so real. Eyelid, eyelashes-
Distraction. She could ask him about it later. Or not, maybe it was like the scar and the wings, something he didn't want to talk about. She could respect that. He's basically lying across her lap, and she's supporting his head, so it's not easy for her to shift his weight off of her entirely without jostling him, but she can at least slip one hand down to gingerly press around his back, neck- avoiding the eyes- and the back of his head, to check for bleeding. She withdraws her hand. Thankfully, nothing.
Now, how was she going to extract her legs from underneath him? That was a trickier question.]