(We'll do this right this time.)
Si Hon then picked Suha and Han both up.
One arm under Suha, one arm under Han, and suddenly he was carrying both of them like some exhausted but functional pack mule moving through the wreckage of a first floor that was rapidly becoming less of a floor and more of a suggestion.
Suha immediately grabbed his collar with both fists and looked around at the chaos with bright curious eyes like this was a theme park ride she hadn't been warned about but was enjoying anyway.
"(≧▽≦) Woah!! Everything is shaking!!" Han, on the other side, just pressed his face against Si Hon's shoulder and sniffled quietly, one hand still gripping the fabric of his shirt like he had decided he was staying here and that was it.
The fire had started three rooms down from where they'd been.
