[ Hearing the shriek-thud combo jostles Anduin out of his dismayed shock at the whole situation (and provides a distraction for his hands, which are still trying to pull open his collar of their own volition). Still holding the book, he dashes 'round the corner towards the sound (long, blonde hair streaming in the mysteriously sourced wind; half open collar flapping against his chest). ]
Oh, Light. Are you okay? Let me help you.
[ He kneels, offering her his hand. He sets the romance novel down nearby, but marks its location--it's clearly the key to this, though he doesn't know much beyond that at this point.
As he worriedly examines her for injuries, he notices the petals dusting her cheeks and blushes. ]
I'm so sorry, miss. I'm fairly sure this is my fault.
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Oh, Light. Are you okay? Let me help you.
[ He kneels, offering her his hand. He sets the romance novel down nearby, but marks its location--it's clearly the key to this, though he doesn't know much beyond that at this point.
As he worriedly examines her for injuries, he notices the petals dusting her cheeks and blushes. ]
I'm so sorry, miss. I'm fairly sure this is my fault.