[Celehar looks to her, and then to the ground beneath their feet, the sky over their head. He doesn't yet see the signs of the light moving on, the way it was so easily able to do before when he'd fallen on the river.]
... We need not move on yet, Othalo. There is time.
[If only because, considering her solidity, he thinks that his attempts to bring her to her feet might end badly for the both of them, and the last thing he wants either of them to have to handle now is attempting to save face.]
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... We need not move on yet, Othalo. There is time.
[If only because, considering her solidity, he thinks that his attempts to bring her to her feet might end badly for the both of them, and the last thing he wants either of them to have to handle now is attempting to save face.]