Cecil is grateful for the announcement on his behalf. It saves time. He forces himself to stand up - though something in him is convinced that any movement will bring more of the ceiling down, that his small motion will be enough to bring more destruction down on them - and to move forward, to see if any of the wreckage can be shifted.
He stops beside Albert. It's dim, but his eyes are adjusting, enough that he can see that there's a very good reason he isn't standing up. He can hear it in his voice, too - that something isn't right. That something is terribly not right.
He kneels in the water beside Albert with a soft splash - afraid to touch him, his hands moving with small jerks in his direction and then away, as though he wants to try to help but can't fathom how. He wishes he had some way to tell the Initiate. He wishes he could think of a way to say, simply, Albert is hurt.
He can't think of a way to say that. And so he kneels in the water, his hands shaking, and hopes that someone will tell him what to do.
This round of confused panic and then Jet, perhaps?
He stops beside Albert. It's dim, but his eyes are adjusting, enough that he can see that there's a very good reason he isn't standing up. He can hear it in his voice, too - that something isn't right. That something is terribly not right.
He kneels in the water beside Albert with a soft splash - afraid to touch him, his hands moving with small jerks in his direction and then away, as though he wants to try to help but can't fathom how. He wishes he had some way to tell the Initiate. He wishes he could think of a way to say, simply, Albert is hurt.
He can't think of a way to say that. And so he kneels in the water, his hands shaking, and hopes that someone will tell him what to do.