The immediacy with which she responded gave Faustus pause. He had to wonder if her response was due to the fact that she'd been used to giving the same response repeatedly despite whatever the contrary might have been. Or, perhaps it was more than that and she had been insulted by the manner in which they'd ended up on the floor. After all, he had so rudely grabbed her and taken her down with him.

With this potential realization, Faustus also realized that his hand had been on the small of her back. He immediately removed it as she slid out of his arms and instead, closed it involuntarily as they widened the gap between them. Faustus gingerly rotated his shoulder and flexed his arm out to test its mobility before responding, "Yes, it's alright."

With a snap of his fingers, the flames appeared in Faustus' hand once more, illuminating them and their surroundings. He seemed to be able to stand up more easily than she, though it was hardly a wonder why - she seemed to be weighed down significantly by the combination of the wind as well as her blood-soaked dress. And yet despite this rather alarming appearance, he found himself thinking, as he automatically reached out to take her hand and help her up...she still looked quite lovely.

"Here." He said, stepping to the side in order to shield her from taking the brunt of the wind that was howling through the now-broken window. "Are you able to walk?" His eyes moved down to the hem of her dress, brows furrowed as he wondered if in her attempt to push him out of the way she'd sustained injuries of her own.

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