Faustus tensed the arm holding onto her hand as she momentarily struggled with her skirts. During this, he thought to redirect his gaze about them as opposed to staring rudely. It looked as if the outdoors had been brought to them - the wind was still howling loud as ever, swirling leaves and branches this way and that throughout the room. What a mess, he thought, as he turned back to see how Miss Skovgaard was fairing.
Immediately, she collapsed again and Faustus moved forwards closing the gap between them. This time, instead of extinguishing, the fire in his hand hovered lazily in the air as he stooped to hold onto her to prevent her from hitting the floor. "Are you hurt?" He demanded, moving to lower her onto the floor - it was no good to try and make her stand when she clearly had trouble doing so.
Immediately, she collapsed again and Faustus moved forwards closing the gap between them. This time, instead of extinguishing, the fire in his hand hovered lazily in the air as he stooped to hold onto her to prevent her from hitting the floor. "Are you hurt?" He demanded, moving to lower her onto the floor - it was no good to try and make her stand when she clearly had trouble doing so.