Yuya recognizes it in an instance, this feeling. He hadn't known Peridot had a favor from Creation, but his expression lightens up because while it hurts for now, he knows it has to be helping.
"It's okay," Yuya reaches with intent to put his hand on Ignatius' shoulder, for comfort and to steady him as he rolls over. And then Ignatius tells him to step back, and he's confused?
Until it occurs to him oh, fire. Explosions. It might end up being a little more literal in this case.
He sputters, snapping his attention to Rita before he lunges. Ignatius rolling off of him gives him the space, at least, to spring himself up enough to dive for Rita in an attempt to throw his arms around her waist and half pushing, half dragging with all the wait of his body to take her backwards towards the water. It's really hard to get straight like this, and he trips and doesn't move as quickly as Lambert as he scrambles.
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"It's okay," Yuya reaches with intent to put his hand on Ignatius' shoulder, for comfort and to steady him as he rolls over. And then Ignatius tells him to step back, and he's confused?
Until it occurs to him oh, fire. Explosions. It might end up being a little more literal in this case.
He sputters, snapping his attention to Rita before he lunges. Ignatius rolling off of him gives him the space, at least, to spring himself up enough to dive for Rita in an attempt to throw his arms around her waist and half pushing, half dragging with all the wait of his body to take her backwards towards the water. It's really hard to get straight like this, and he trips and doesn't move as quickly as Lambert as he scrambles.