The damage left by Gadreel's tumble isn't hard to track, even if Balthazar can't quite hear his voice from his vantage point. Like a newborn colt, he staggers up and makes a weaving, shaky path across the lot, eventually dropping to his knees again next to his brother. Reaching out, he clasps his arm with both hands and smiles weakly.
"...it worked. Are you all right?" Wait, that's a foolish question. They're none of them, technically, all right. "Do you think you can walk?"
He can't tell where any of the others have landed. It may take a while to find them.
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Date: 2015-02-10 03:18 am (UTC)"...it worked. Are you all right?" Wait, that's a foolish question. They're none of them, technically, all right. "Do you think you can walk?"
He can't tell where any of the others have landed. It may take a while to find them.