Lifting her out of the wreckage was the easier part. With his hands now metaphorically tied, he walked as quickly as he could outside, occasionally glancing above them to make sure there would be no more surprises from above. Once they emerged from the wreckage, Faustus could make out that his charm had held the crowd at bay. While he could feel Miss Potts twisting in his arms looking for her sisters, his eyes were on the
crowd, looking for what had drawn his attention. Their timing seemed impeccable; a faint popping noise told him reinforcements had arrived. The medi-witches and wizards were here, making their way around the barrier Faustus had drawn. He set Miss Potts down, seeing if she was going to be steady on her feet as a healer approached approached them, seeing Miss Potts in his arms. The healer immediately conjured a hovering stretcher so he could help her onto it. Out of the corner of his eye, Faustus could see another healer doing the same for the young man and what looked like the youngest Potts sister. That made two of them with two left.
The hoarse voice of Miss Potts reached him, and Faustus looked down at her, his jaw tightening as a vice gripped at his stomach. There could be no guarantees. There was no telling what sight would meet them in the wreckage, and he couldn't give her false hope. But he did his best to conjure a smile. "Stay here." The command was gentle, but firm, and he glanced briefly to the medi-wizard who had begun to open his briefcase before re-focusing back on Miss Potts. "Take care of your sister. Make sure she doesn't leave either." It pained him to be unable to reassure her of the results more than she would know.
Faustus turned to the young man, his gaze searching. In the daylight and outside of the chaos indoors, Faustus now realized that the man he'd seen running into the building wore a uniform identifying him as a police constable. His indignation eased a great deal knowing that the constable hadn't been a pedestrian who had gone running straight into danger. It might have been why Faustus thought he'd recognized him for the briefest of moments. He nodded to the boy, his expression grim. "There are apparently two more." He said, hoping the constable might know more than he did at the present. His eyes scanned the crowd behind them again before returning to the constable.
crowd, looking for what had drawn his attention. Their timing seemed impeccable; a faint popping noise told him reinforcements had arrived. The medi-witches and wizards were here, making their way around the barrier Faustus had drawn. He set Miss Potts down, seeing if she was going to be steady on her feet as a healer approached approached them, seeing Miss Potts in his arms. The healer immediately conjured a hovering stretcher so he could help her onto it. Out of the corner of his eye, Faustus could see another healer doing the same for the young man and what looked like the youngest Potts sister. That made two of them with two left.
The hoarse voice of Miss Potts reached him, and Faustus looked down at her, his jaw tightening as a vice gripped at his stomach. There could be no guarantees. There was no telling what sight would meet them in the wreckage, and he couldn't give her false hope. But he did his best to conjure a smile. "Stay here." The command was gentle, but firm, and he glanced briefly to the medi-wizard who had begun to open his briefcase before re-focusing back on Miss Potts. "Take care of your sister. Make sure she doesn't leave either." It pained him to be unable to reassure her of the results more than she would know.
Faustus turned to the young man, his gaze searching. In the daylight and outside of the chaos indoors, Faustus now realized that the man he'd seen running into the building wore a uniform identifying him as a police constable. His indignation eased a great deal knowing that the constable hadn't been a pedestrian who had gone running straight into danger. It might have been why Faustus thought he'd recognized him for the briefest of moments. He nodded to the boy, his expression grim. "There are apparently two more." He said, hoping the constable might know more than he did at the present. His eyes scanned the crowd behind them again before returning to the constable.