[Lilias inclines her head, regarding him in the elevator shaft below as she takes a steady breath. As she lifts a hand to point down at him, the shadows cast by his floating light writhe, spread, and swell into the air like mushrooms after a summer rain. Within moments they have swathed Matt like a hazy, immaterial cocoon, and the contact of his shoes against the elevator's roof is weightlessly incidental.
She makes a short, beckoning gesture, and he rises, smoothly and slowly. True to her warning, the buoying shadows do nothing to assist Matt's ability to keep his balance centered, but he nonetheless rises inexorably up until he's level with the half-open door where Lilias waits. She leans forward and extends a slim hand toward him once he has stopped his ascent, bracing herself against the door so she can pull him out.]
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[Lilias inclines her head, regarding him in the elevator shaft below as she takes a steady breath. As she lifts a hand to point down at him, the shadows cast by his floating light writhe, spread, and swell into the air like mushrooms after a summer rain. Within moments they have swathed Matt like a hazy, immaterial cocoon, and the contact of his shoes against the elevator's roof is weightlessly incidental.
She makes a short, beckoning gesture, and he rises, smoothly and slowly. True to her warning, the buoying shadows do nothing to assist Matt's ability to keep his balance centered, but he nonetheless rises inexorably up until he's level with the half-open door where Lilias waits. She leans forward and extends a slim hand toward him once he has stopped his ascent, bracing herself against the door so she can pull him out.]
Here, take my hand.