[just to be safe, Cecelia gets to her hands and knees before sitting up and lifting her hands, bracing herself and waiting for that signal. when she sees it, she sucks in a fast breath, exhaling in a huff in an effort to replicate the force she wishes to impose.
a gust of wind shoves at Yuber's back to bring him the rest of the way before Cecelia curls her fingers, trying to keep a leash on that air and coil it back into something of a whirling, pulsing cushion to bounce back on should he lose purchase.]
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a gust of wind shoves at Yuber's back to bring him the rest of the way before Cecelia curls her fingers, trying to keep a leash on that air and coil it back into something of a whirling, pulsing cushion to bounce back on should he lose purchase.]