Micah had nothing that could help her. Chris both made a note of it and wasn’t sure he’d remember. What were the Archangel powers, anyway? The title sounded so grand. Surely they could move the mountains if they put their mind into it. But he could have been wrong. He just shook his head, wishing the woman would sleep, for a bit longer, again. He sifted through his mind like a dresser of ideas; could he use his blood manipulation to make her sleep again? Something told him-- yes. And yet without a sufficient medical understanding, Chris decided against. He nodded, wanting to bring up he could also take them, his portals, after all, were ever useful, but instead he just repeated the nod and was silent, for a moment. Then, he frowned.
“Maybe it’s best if she wakes up only to me, actually,” he wryly mused, a look of concern cast over at her. It pulled his brows together, a jarring, haunting view as though he were stupidly putting himself in the shoes of a woman he was not. He looked back at Micah--
Fiddling. Fiddle fiddle fiddling with his clothes, an action that Chris wasn’t too aware of and so when Micah brought up a kiss, Chris’s eyes widened.
“Uh,” he began, dumbly, blinking at the man repeatedly. Uh.
Wide-eyed, and staring, he near wrenched from him but felt too stunned to, too bewildered by the words, nervous and shocked with an awkward flush on his cheeks as he was led over to her. His hand in Micah’s and then they were at her, and Chris was watching Micah bend and collect her into his arms like a trophy he’d take of with, never to be heard of again. He blinked.
“Right,” he said, fake-composing himself.
“Let’s go,” he added, grabbing Micah’s shoulder--
The surroundings shifted and between one blink and another they were in his home. Chris immediately looked around himself-- and ordered, though his voice was soft, “Lay her down, I’ll be right back.”
It seemed redundant to say; in his living room which acted also as his office space, combining the two in a home that wasn’t big enough to yield him a separate room for magical business, all he did actually was take big large steps over to the other end of the room, two its walls lined with bookshelves and magic-related literature, or at least one was, one-- the other, loaded full with vials and potions of different colors, sizes, shapes and labels, had all its offers behind a faintly shimmering barrier perpetually kept on. And yet Chris just put his hand through it, unaffected by his own protective magic, coming out with a small narrow vial, something that looked like it typically stored blood, only the shimmering, sky-blue liquid within was not one at all. He grabbed it, squeezed it (victoriously), looking confident once again--
Micah’s weird kiss mention occurred to him again then and Chris randomly flushed, his ears burning hot.
He took a deep breath to make it go.
He spun and-- quickly grabbed another vial, one labeled “sleep” and the other “dreamless N.”, and he was back with Micah, sitting down next to the woman just as she began to stir. Wisely, he put his vials aside, quickly handing them over to Micah with a, “Hold them”, whispered, and then his hands were on the man’s woman’s shoulders, gentle--
Like he'd give them a shake.
“Hey,” he greeted, with a beaming, soft smile. “Welcome… back,” he awkwardly attempted, and at once scooted back. Hands off as well.
She startled, as he’d predicted. Sat up abruptly, wide eyed--
Chris held his hands up, showing he wasn’t holding nothing, and patiently he reassured, “Hey, you’re safe, we’re not enemies, I’m the guy who interfered with the situation, you imagined nothing, it really did almost happen, but you weren’t harmed, we’re at my place, I’m a witch, I’m giving you potions to help you sleep, a sleep draught and a potion for dreamless nights, but only if you're interested. Are you?”
He wasn't surprised when she didn't react to that.
“What. Did they--” she began instead, nervous, staring right through him like she was still seeing the men over his shoulder.
“No,” he answered, and he found his voice was a bit firmer at that. No.
Chris looked up at Micah, taking the vials hands from his hands, silently urging him to take over and say something as well.