“oh, oh no–” she’s cringing before she even sees him hit the floor, a hand pressing over her mouth. oh, it’s not the first time in her life she’s been in a similar situation - she just doesn’t remember dealing with it since leaving the tower. maybe if she was a little heavier in her footsteps, it’d be less of a problem.
still, val takes a step closer, looking more than a little bit unsure of if she should be offering help or just getting gone. after a moment of deliberation, she nods, brows drawing together as she offers a hand. “i’m so sorry; i wasn’t- i wasn’t trying to. are you…” no, it seems a stupid question. she huffs. “if you’re hurt, i can help. if you want.”
krem huffs out a laugh at her worry, reaches up to take her hand, and allows himself to be helped to his feet. hands reach to brush himself off and he gives her a ( slightly pained ) smile.
❛ ah, worry not, my lady. it’s– just a bruise. it’ll heal. i probably shouldn’t have been standing on the chair to begin with. ❜ he gives the woman a wry smile.
it occurs to him then that he’s not sure he’s seen her before. not that it’s particularly hard miss people with the current size of the inquisition. he tips his head to the side, smile going a little more genuine.
❛ i’m cremisius, by the way. i don’t believe we’ve met. ❜
@fadedreamed liked for a KREM starter
almost– almost– toes on the edge of the chair, krem strains to see over the obstructing staircase, wishing, not for the first time, that he had the courage to sit somewhere a little closer. he wobbles, reaches out to catch his balance. he can ALMOST–
movement to his side startles him and he goes down hard, toppling from the chair with a crash. ❛ SHIT. FUCK. ❜ pain explodes from his shoulder, radiates down his side, and he curls around himself slightly. eyes squeeze shut for a moment before opening just enough to squint up at the intruder.
❛ you startled me, ❜ he manages to grit out.