[ And he's back, and what a fucking mess this is. Childermass stares at the monster Magi has become, and yet, she's still granting wishes, same as she always has, apparently. ]
...thank you.
[ It's quiet and miserable, but it's there, and then he's turning to look at the rest. Still a fucking mess. There's nothing to do for it. ]
[He's freshly missing an arm clear up to the elbow by the time he's let go. But he's got both his legs, and that's still enough to push himself up and in Childermass's direction.]
Aye - we'll have to get creative here. [Saddling up next to Childermass as he swings one of his arms over Thancred's shoulder, a firm grip at his waist as he plants his weight to support the other man's missing leg.] On three.
[ One, two, and up he goes. Childermass does his best to make it easy to pull him to his... foot, but, well. It's singular now. That's not great. They do manage, however, and he'll balance himself against Thancred with his arm over that shoulder. ]
I will leave "freshly mangled" for more panicked minds, thank you...
[There's a tremble to him under the tight quarters, mostly from the residual pain. But he's got the strength, and Childermass is more than aware of the stubborness by now.]
Use my weight as much you need to. I'll not have you left behind.
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...thank you.
[ It's quiet and miserable, but it's there, and then he's turning to look at the rest. Still a fucking mess. There's nothing to do for it. ]
I need a hand up!
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Aye - we'll have to get creative here. [Saddling up next to Childermass as he swings one of his arms over Thancred's shoulder, a firm grip at his waist as he plants his weight to support the other man's missing leg.] On three.
[Aaaaand up we go--]
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Creative is one way of putting it...
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[There's a tremble to him under the tight quarters, mostly from the residual pain. But he's got the strength, and Childermass is more than aware of the stubborness by now.]
Use my weight as much you need to. I'll not have you left behind.