Erik frowned at the girl's explanation of her travels. If he was understanding her, she'd been pulled from more than one reality - unlike Erik himself. It must be frightening, especially for one so young as this. But again, she showed no fear at all; if anything, she seemed angry enough to be annoyed by the reality shifting. This Arie was something special. He could see that clearly, even now. Even... now.
When Hannibal suggested Arie stand, Erik clamped his teeth down over his objection. Like hell she will, his eyes seemed to say as they flashed over at Hannibal. He moved forward quickly, planting himself beside Arie.
"I worked hard on that splint," he gritted through his teeth. "You will not destroy that work by putting weight on it. Slide off." He opened his hands at her waist level. "I will catch you."
And everything Hannibal had asked her to do, she could do without putting her weight on that broken leg. His irritation with Hannibal for even suggesting it - and this on the heels of demanding her obedience and Erik vouching for him - was difficult to batten down. But that was what he did. Because Arie needed him to. Because Arie needed to trust Hannibal.