[ Consider that help gotten by the way of Noct fashioning himself after a bullet, knocking aside larger pieces of debris with a warpstrike after warpstrike after a moment's rest. Listen, it's a lot easier than trying to dig through this mess, by trying to pretend that he knows what the heck he's doing, 'cause knocking aside bigger pieces of the wreckage allows for easier scavenging. Or something. He's seen enough to know that first-aid kits were in short supply, high demand.
Falling back into solid matter always leaves him only half-listening to whoever may be speaking, distracting by the distant roar that's starting to collect in his ears. Good thing, then, that it only takes for him to actually turn to whoever's talking to go, oh, it's. ]
--Faster if you had some help, too. [ Quick, let him school his expression into something dumb and relieved, trying his hand at casual. ] Hey. [ uh ] Glad to see you've made it.
[ Casual. As if he hadn't just appeared all dramatic-like, magic blazing and halfway to stasis, sure. ]
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Falling back into solid matter always leaves him only half-listening to whoever may be speaking, distracting by the distant roar that's starting to collect in his ears. Good thing, then, that it only takes for him to actually turn to whoever's talking to go, oh, it's. ]
--Faster if you had some help, too. [ Quick, let him school his expression into something dumb and relieved, trying his hand at casual. ] Hey. [ uh ] Glad to see you've made it.
[ Casual. As if he hadn't just appeared all dramatic-like, magic blazing and halfway to stasis, sure. ]