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Paige Matthews (witchwithaplan) wrote in wariscoming,

Paige had the weirdest feeling as if she were speaking to someone who was used to power. Like when she spoke with the Elders. There was that same 'yeah sure you're helping me out and doing me a favor, but I'm going to order anyway. While ending it all in a really bossy way. That traditionally? For most people? It'd be a request'. Which didn't spell evil per se but it certainly did equal trouble. Explaining things to beings who felt that other things were "there right" was a pain in the ass. Not to mention it meant bad things for those stuck with the fall out. Yeah, sure, with her family luck things tended to be rectified. But there was also the rare times where people died. And stayed that way.

Why her? "Thanks." Paige couldn't help but say a little drily, though her expression was grateful. She was iffy about using her powers around the man or Azula but they would waste time attempting to hail a cab. "Just take my hand." Paige said, not daring to ask Azula to hold onto the man. Walking over to him, she squatted down, slowly and carefully, she made to place her hand on his shoulder but he whimpered. "Hey." She said gently, a neutral but open expression on her face, her lips curving softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." She assured him, her tone soothing, as much as she could. "We're just going to go get you some help." Very carefully, he relaxed. Paige's eyes holding his good one. She could see the pain in it and not for the first time she wished that she had the ability to heal. Looking up to Azula, her expression became a bit more blank, determined. She held her hand out to the older female.

"It happens." Was all she said, and while her tone was a bit short. It wasn't judging. Her first priority was this man. "Take my hand and I'll take care of everything."