[ Claude almost catches himself saying wait, warning a golem that he knows is perfectly capable of holding his own against... potentially harming himself? He isn't even sure, and the thought isn't welcome. Instead, he blocks Iona's way by situating himself between the balcony and her, subtly preventing her from doing anything that he deems to be 'reckless' or 'stupid'.
Again, he knows that she's far more capable than he is of holding her own, but. Still.
When the threat abates, when Oren finishes setting the fallen rafter aside and the screaming crowd has mostly displaced itself outside the opera house, Claude sighs.
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Again, he knows that she's far more capable than he is of holding her own, but. Still.
When the threat abates, when Oren finishes setting the fallen rafter aside and the screaming crowd has mostly displaced itself outside the opera house, Claude sighs.
And slumps back down into a chair. ]
A "teeny tiny problem". [ U LIED IONA ]