[Experimenting with weather magic like this... Surely word would have reached them if someone had been spotted doing something like this. And yet for some reason, he thinks he knows exactly where that mage is located. But that's... That's impossible. He doesn't even know that it is a mage, so why—

That thought dies when they reach the stairs. The wall has crumbled in, wrecking portions of the stairs and making it difficult to get down easily. Already he's pinpointing the places he needs to stand on to scale down the wreckage with Blanche in tow, but it isn't the sort of calculations he usually does. This is certainty; he knows those spots will be safe and hold them.

Blanche's words get him to glance over, and for a long moment, his expression is cautious. Calculating. It isn't the sort of thing he usually wears around her as he tries to work out exactly what the hell any of this is.]

It's... like a twisted sense of deja vu, isn't it? I feel like we've done this before, like I've picked you up and carried down this wreckage before.

[And out onto that field and...]

Look, we don't have time to think about it right now. Come on, we need to get out of here.

[And yes, that does mean he's going to grab Blanche and pick her up without her permission but that's fine, probably!!]