Gods dammit... [Not that he's an especially good shot, because he really isn't -- even if he's been practicing lately -- but he really doesn't like being the only helpless one here. He stares at the dragonfire out of the corner of his eye for a second, then shakes his head and makes for the edge of the roof, addressing Steph again:] I'm not hurt. I can get down. Can you cover me?
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