Getting things out of the way! [She's resorted to kicking bits of the splintered staircase away, still casting frantic glances up at Claude to make sure he's not about to plummet right on top of her and a lot of destroyed staircase. She just catches sight of a few drips of blood as he manages to pull himself up a bit--immediately she thinks of splinters and bandages, but it makes his predicament very slightly less imminent.
She's done as much as she can clearing the ground beneath him, and so she dives towards the racks of clothes, yanking sweaters and scarves off their hangers, shirts and trousers from tables, to pile up as a makeshift landing pad. Joann should have sold pillows instead.] I've piled up as many soft things underneath you as I can! It's the best I can do!
[Now. What else can she do. Catch him...? He's a fully grown man and while she isn't tiny, she's not exactly up for catching one hundred and eighty pounds in her outstretched arms. But maybe she can help grab him--steady him--keep things to a sprain rather than a snap.]
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She's done as much as she can clearing the ground beneath him, and so she dives towards the racks of clothes, yanking sweaters and scarves off their hangers, shirts and trousers from tables, to pile up as a makeshift landing pad. Joann should have sold pillows instead.] I've piled up as many soft things underneath you as I can! It's the best I can do!
[Now. What else can she do. Catch him...? He's a fully grown man and while she isn't tiny, she's not exactly up for catching one hundred and eighty pounds in her outstretched arms. But maybe she can help grab him--steady him--keep things to a sprain rather than a snap.]