[ Nerves are building. The longer they stand, the more Reinhardt is certain he's going to have to throw this man past the guards and yell at him to run. But he can't let that show. He must he steadfast. He must be ready to swallow his own pride and beg if he must. Beg for this man's life.

He stiffens and his arms go a little tighter when the guard comes close. He will protect the pharoh. He will with his last breath if he must. He won't let these guards hurt this man, even if he knows what the man is capable of...though perhaps he's also protecting the guards from Ozymandias.

He has to applaud that cough though the blood trickle does call for actual concern from Reinhardt. Perhaps the man had been hurt from the crash after all.

His 'please' stops because the guards are stepping aside to let him through. Reinhardt doesn't hesitate. Since he's supposed to be hurrying the man to a healer, the knight proceeds quickly as he can without jostling the smaller. ] Don't worry. Don't worry. Just stay with me. Help is coming. Help is coming...

Help is... [ and around the corner and out of sight and there's a sigh from his armful. ] oh thank god that worked. You are very very good. But are you certain you are all right? You are bleeding, my pharoh.