[He hopes the kid doesn't wriggle too much. The last thing he wants to do is accidentally hurt them in his attempt to keep them still. He hasn't held a child in his arms since... well, his brother. It's a sobering thought, though not enough to distract him from the task at hand.
His grip won't be warm and comforting, as he can offer only the faint chill of undeath, but comfort isn't important right now. Someone else can worry about comforting the child once they're free. He follows quickly, feet lifting free of the ground so that flight can provide that extra burst of speed he needs.
They reach the cool outside air just in time, as the sound of further structural collapse can be heard once they're out the door. He's quick to hand the child back over to the woman.]
(it happens to all of us)
His grip won't be warm and comforting, as he can offer only the faint chill of undeath, but comfort isn't important right now. Someone else can worry about comforting the child once they're free. He follows quickly, feet lifting free of the ground so that flight can provide that extra burst of speed he needs.
They reach the cool outside air just in time, as the sound of further structural collapse can be heard once they're out the door. He's quick to hand the child back over to the woman.]