Tahno barely hears her, but he sees her drop. He lowers his hands, feeling the burn in his arms, and the ice clatters to the ground behind her while the water splashes down.
He jogs over to her as quick as he can. When he reaches her, he waves his hands near her shoulders--an almost gentle motion after all of the whips--and bends any water that soaked into her cardigan out of it.
The boy narrows his eyes in concern, looking her pale face over for any cuts or bruising--any sign that the ice got through. "You awright, little miss?"
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25/11/14 01:54 (UTC)He jogs over to her as quick as he can. When he reaches her, he waves his hands near her shoulders--an almost gentle motion after all of the whips--and bends any water that soaked into her cardigan out of it.
The boy narrows his eyes in concern, looking her pale face over for any cuts or bruising--any sign that the ice got through. "You awright, little miss?"