They push forward with another small boom beneath Erik's feet, largely muted out, until they can land on the grass softly. "Hold your arm here, like this," he grasps it between his fingers and maneuvers it very slowly and carefully to rest above her heart, with her fingers over her own shoulder. "Now take this arm," he guides it as well, "and hold in place. We still have to go downstairs. If we can't find doctor I can set it myself, but it won't be a good time."