"You don't have to tell me twice, everyone needs a proper meat shield." He just hopes it won't come to him having to throw spells around this close to the ravine. He doesn't want to potentially knock Doc into it, after all, considering his thus far unsatisfactory track record of his abilities going wide or not hitting their intended target. Or himself.
He watches intently through and moves his fingers, preparing to cast if anything goes awry. That drops immediately when the women jump and Doc goes running. With wide eyes, the Mage runs forward and out of instinct reaches out for Doc to grip the back of his pants and belt, keeping him from going over the edge with them.
Though once he's sure the other is stable, he'll let go, and inch up next to him. Despite his better judgment, he'll look down into the inky, endless black. He swears there's something down there, swimming, ominous, staring back at them with unseen eyes. A shudder runs up his spine and he'll turn, laying a hand on Doc's chest to gently press him back away from the edge, but in a way that also keeps him from pitching forward. He feels nauseous as is being this high up, but that endless black is sickening in and of itself.
"Come away from the edge. It's not safe here and I don't want you falling in as well." It starts a little with a concerned if admonishing edge, but it softens.
"There's nothing we can do." He's pointedly either looking directly at Doc or back the way they came, He can't bear to look down again. Some of the color may have drained from him as well. This is more than just his fear of heights kicking in.
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He watches intently through and moves his fingers, preparing to cast if anything goes awry. That drops immediately when the women jump and Doc goes running. With wide eyes, the Mage runs forward and out of instinct reaches out for Doc to grip the back of his pants and belt, keeping him from going over the edge with them.
Though once he's sure the other is stable, he'll let go, and inch up next to him. Despite his better judgment, he'll look down into the inky, endless black. He swears there's something down there, swimming, ominous, staring back at them with unseen eyes. A shudder runs up his spine and he'll turn, laying a hand on Doc's chest to gently press him back away from the edge, but in a way that also keeps him from pitching forward. He feels nauseous as is being this high up, but that endless black is sickening in and of itself.
"Come away from the edge. It's not safe here and I don't want you falling in as well." It starts a little with a concerned if admonishing edge, but it softens.
"There's nothing we can do." He's pointedly either looking directly at Doc or back the way they came, He can't bear to look down again. Some of the color may have drained from him as well. This is more than just his fear of heights kicking in.