[ Cain dizzily pushed up to an elbow from beneath the smouldering tailfeathers, as the bird's heartfires died and left it only brilliantly red and gold, no longer aflame. He reached for Aymeric with a similar panic, as if he could trust only his hands to tell him whether Aymeric was well, still had a head and two arms and two legs.
His hands shook hard, fluttered at Aymeric's shoulders while he sucked in gasps. ]
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His hands shook hard, fluttered at Aymeric's shoulders while he sucked in gasps. ]
Y-you're okay? You're alright?