"Oh, yes," Sarah said hastily, backing up a bit and trying to hazard where the fallen camera had ended up. She heard him fumbling with it through the dark, a little vexed that she couldn't be of any help. Even so much as a candle would have made all the difference, but - never mind. Gingerly, Sarah gathered up the basket she'd had in hand before the blanket of black had hit them all, and transferred the shards of glass she'd collected into it, just so that they would not be leaving it behind.
"Let's," she murmured cautiously, starting off in the same direction as he. Or so she hoped; she could hear him well enough, had her attention trained on picking out his voice, though she could not make out actual footsteps against the background buzz of chaos elsewhere. It wasn't the easiest task, having never heard him before today - but everything he said had been pleasant, in a warm, assuring tone; there was something in it that felt trustworthy. Would talking be enough? He asked, and Sarah started slightly, as though he'd read her mind. "I - I dearly hope so," she admitted, with a ginger laugh, rather intent on working out which way the man was moving without tripping over him (or the camera he was carrying) all over again. "I've never seen such darkness as this," she said lightly - it was dizzying, really - as she reached out to her side to pat awkwardly about for him as she had done amidst the chaos earlier. Just for a moment; she didn't plan to cling on like a child, but... It was suddenly disorienting again, now that they were walking, standing, because he was a little taller than she had expected - if that was his arm at all! "That is you, isn't it?" Merlin, who knew, in this!
"Let's," she murmured cautiously, starting off in the same direction as he. Or so she hoped; she could hear him well enough, had her attention trained on picking out his voice, though she could not make out actual footsteps against the background buzz of chaos elsewhere. It wasn't the easiest task, having never heard him before today - but everything he said had been pleasant, in a warm, assuring tone; there was something in it that felt trustworthy. Would talking be enough? He asked, and Sarah started slightly, as though he'd read her mind. "I - I dearly hope so," she admitted, with a ginger laugh, rather intent on working out which way the man was moving without tripping over him (or the camera he was carrying) all over again. "I've never seen such darkness as this," she said lightly - it was dizzying, really - as she reached out to her side to pat awkwardly about for him as she had done amidst the chaos earlier. Just for a moment; she didn't plan to cling on like a child, but... It was suddenly disorienting again, now that they were walking, standing, because he was a little taller than she had expected - if that was his arm at all! "That is you, isn't it?" Merlin, who knew, in this!
