There was a crumbling sound around them and without realizing it Dahlia flinched, almost cowering away from the man and the rubble, back toward the wall where she had been thrown. But before she could move the man threw up a shield charm and the rubble of the collapsing wall danced around them harmlessly. Dahlia's eyes widened slightly, had he not been there she would have been buried even further again.

There was another male voice then, shouting that Calla was okay, Dahlia's worry lessened, but there was still Daffy and Thistle. The man in front of her shouted to get Calla out of the store, it comforted Dahlia. His confidence his ability to get them through this situation. That tone, his actions, they all made her trust him despite the fact that she didn't know him. His tone was gentle as he turned back to her, his eyes kind and worried. She gave a small nod, another smoke wracked cough tugging at her lungs.

Later she would like to have said she had the forethought to grab her wand from the desk, but she didn't, she forgot it entirely as the man lifted her into his arms, held her close to his chest and rescued her from the wreck. More coughs tore through her from the smoke as she buried her face in the crook of her arm, she hear voices around her, the voices of her sisters and the men, but she could make out none of them. When he finally got her out of the building the fresh air flooded her lungs. She looked anxiously around for her sisters, but there was no sign and she hadn't heard Thistle's voice yet.

A crowd had gathered, but worry pulled her gaze to the building where her sisters remained and nothing else was clear in her vision. "Please," She croaked as the man set her on her feet, "Please get them out." There was desperation in her voice, a fear that she'd never see them again.