He took the hand that was offered and hesitated. She was a small thing and he was reluctant to cause injury to his one means of salvation, but he needed to pull himself up off the floor and she was the only option. With a grunt on effort he pulled himself up onto his good leg, grateful for the conveniently placed fountain he could push off of, and stumbled into the young woman.

“Ah! Sorry,” he righted himself as best he could, still closer to her than he had intended, just close enough to smell the scent of her hair. After dust and panic overwhelming his senses for so long it was a tonic. “You know I waited here long enough I’m quite convinced you’re the spirit of Dilys Derwent come to save me.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ