When Kaelen was lowered onto Alistair's lap, Lysander didn't hesitate.
One moment he stood beside Kaelen, gold light still crackling around his fingers. The next, the air where he'd been shimmered with afterimages. He was gone from the cliff before the light finished fading.
Kaelen barely had time to blink before a shockwave of displaced air slammed into him no, into a barrier. He looked up and found Alistair watching him, still as stone, one arm already braced around his shoulders, it had been there the whole time and Kaelen simply hadn't noticed or maybe he had subconsciously ignored it.
"I didn't get hurt badly," Kaelen said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Mmh. That's the only reason I let it go."
