Turning back to Miss Skovgaard, Faustus observed how she faired - saw her determination to keep moving forward, but as he suspected, her ankle seemed to severely be hindering that process. His hands hovered in the air, prepared to catch her if she pitched forward again. His suspicion came to fruition when she started wobbling. Frankly he was grateful she'd asked - otherwise he'd have had to figure out how on earth to get her to accept some help, at least until she was able to take a few more steps. "Of course," He replied, his arm already in position as he kept his body the closer of the two to the broken window.
He tried to keep his pace slow enough for her, but time was not on their side. "Just let me know if you need to stop." Faustus added, moving forward towards the door. Beyond that, he could see down the hallway. To the right looked to be another way back to the ballroom, but to the left was something more promising. The door to the kitchens. He sighed. "I recognize that from when I caught Edelweiss and Mezereon trying to sneak into the kitchens last summer." The memory brought a grin to his face. How different a time it was now.
He tried to keep his pace slow enough for her, but time was not on their side. "Just let me know if you need to stop." Faustus added, moving forward towards the door. Beyond that, he could see down the hallway. To the right looked to be another way back to the ballroom, but to the left was something more promising. The door to the kitchens. He sighed. "I recognize that from when I caught Edelweiss and Mezereon trying to sneak into the kitchens last summer." The memory brought a grin to his face. How different a time it was now.