[Ciro isn't far, but he can sense that something is off even before Rune makes it up the stairs. He was just outside on a not so important phonecall with a former bootycall. The excuse he makes up comes out in an instant, and he doesn't even stop to consider whether or not it makes sense because Rune needs his help.
He's not sure for what, but his skin felt prickly from the barely noticeable aftershock of magic gone wrong. It felt like sour milk tasted. Ciro rushes inside, spots Rune, and swoops in to the rescue. What he's lacking in muscle mass, he makes up for in enthusiasm and concern. It takes him only a moment to spell the front door locked. They were after hours anyway, no one they knew would use the front door for anything.]
Hey, take it easy. I've got you.
[For someone whose diet consisted largely of tea, cigarettes and wine, Ciro manages to pull one of Rune's arms over his shoulder to help support him on the way to one of the decorative sofas in the shop.]
Give me a second. I'm going to make you something. [Before he goes, he takes one of Rune's hands into his own to try to get a feel for the sort of residual magic might have lingered in his skin. A separation spell. But was it for work or personal use? He'd have to find a way to ask later. Rune was fussy when Ciro did the overly concerned mother thing.]
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He's not sure for what, but his skin felt prickly from the barely noticeable aftershock of magic gone wrong. It felt like sour milk tasted. Ciro rushes inside, spots Rune, and swoops in to the rescue. What he's lacking in muscle mass, he makes up for in enthusiasm and concern. It takes him only a moment to spell the front door locked. They were after hours anyway, no one they knew would use the front door for anything.]
Hey, take it easy. I've got you.
[For someone whose diet consisted largely of tea, cigarettes and wine, Ciro manages to pull one of Rune's arms over his shoulder to help support him on the way to one of the decorative sofas in the shop.]
Give me a second. I'm going to make you something. [Before he goes, he takes one of Rune's hands into his own to try to get a feel for the sort of residual magic might have lingered in his skin. A separation spell. But was it for work or personal use? He'd have to find a way to ask later. Rune was fussy when Ciro did the overly concerned mother thing.]