They'd managed to get over to her without either of them drowning, which was quite an accomplishment giving Evander's stunt earlier. No time to count their lucky stars, though; Caroline (if that even was Caroline — it was nearly impossible for Alfred to tell, beneath the rain and with her crumpled up like that, but he expected Evander would know) was limp, which wasn't a very good sign. "Hold her head steady," he called out. He tried to scoop up as many of her wet skirts as he could as he carried her feet back to the relative safety of the Resort. Getting her inside and out of the rain would be the first step, but she probably needed a healer. Would they be able to find one in these conditions? He didn't know what might have happened in the ballroom while they'd been braving the weather. Suppose the windows had shattered, or something had caught fire, and they were only moving Caroline from one disaster into another?

Well, one step at a time, he supposed. They'd made it inside. Alfred put Caroline's feet down and then returned to the door to shut it, using all his body weight to get it swung closed when the wind kept trying to pry it open. The hallway was pitch black, since the candles were out in all the lights, but at least they were out of the wind and the rain.

"Lumos," Alfred muttered as he found his wand, his numb fingers fumbling over the end of it. "Is she... breathing?"

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