Cliff let out a small laugh as Ida seemed to finally come to; he was pleased he wasn’t going to have to drop her body off in Irvingly without being caught (not that he’d actually expected her to die of fright, but Ida was always full of surprises like that). He’d already formed half a plan — apparate in and lay her (drop her?) in the barn near the hay, and maybe her demon horse coven leader would take pity on her and bring her back to life. Or the demon horse might decide he did this and come after Clifford in revenge. Either seemed like a viable option.

Well, at least he didn’t have to deal with that anymore. He grinned at her as he scooted forward to place his hand against the small of her to ensure she wouldn’t fall back onto the grass, ignoring her hands against his knee, although he may have subconsciously moved it away from her. “I ran out of lefts to take and had to make my own.” Cliff supplied as he shrugged at her, tossing a careless look over his shoulder at the chaos that was surrounding them; there hadn’t been anyone around them, at least not from what he’d seen, but the poisonous candle probably caused some things they hadn’t seen. No one had died so Cliff counted that as a win in his book. “I like that spell.” He grunted.

Then he brought his hand up to gently grab hers, pulling the handkerchief away from his face; his nose wrinkled as he saw it stained with his own blood. His nose stung a bit now that he realized Ida had been correct, and took a moment to run a finger down his nose; the cartilage didn’t seem to be broken and there weren't any small shards of glass he could feel embedded in his skin, leaving him to believe he must have gotten hit with a piece when he’d shattered the glass. It was a shame that the water bubble wasn’t immune from being popped by sharp objects. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. It’s just a scratch.” Cliff swatted Ida’s hand away as he frowned at her; he’d had worse and would probably top it at some point in his life.

“Think you can stand? It’s probably time to get out of here before the damn constable come sniffin’ around.” Gallagher had been a real pain in his ass lately and Cliff really didn’t want to explain why he was here, especially with an unchaperoned girl. He was a fast talker but he could never seem to make Gallagher’s head spin enough to leave him alone.

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