I'm not that Arthur guy

The way he spoke caused Diana to forget her own pain and muster all the strength she had left so she could get to him. He needed her help. She looked at her ripped dress and teared a long piece of fabric off, mourning for a moment the loss of a dress her mother had so lovingly crafted for her. This wasn’t the time for selfishness. She lifted the piece of fabric and began to dab at the cut on the side of his face with her unhurt hand, attempting to clean it. She was very gentle, careful not to hurt him more. She nodded at the explanation. Of course it was an earthquake. She’d been stupid not to see it before. “I’m fine.” She assured him, attempting to keep her voice level and try not to cry. “Where else are you hurt?”

He somehow managed to roll onto his back. Not the best idea, but at least there wasn't so much pressure on his chest. He could breathe. Shallowly, but take what you can get. 

Diana was carefully watching Maddie and Jefferson from a distance while nursing a glass of apple cider. Because even though she approved of him didn’t mean that she didn’t worry. Worrying over Maddie was practically her profession at this point. She saw the drink in her glass move slightly and looked down at that. Was the building shaking or was that her imagination? She got an answer when she was thrown to the ground in a rough shake, causing the glass to break and pieces to stick into her hand. She grimaced and looked down at her hand, watching a drop of blood drip down slowly. She was hypnotized by it. The only thing that pulled her back to reality was the man’s voice. “I- I think so.” She said, sounding unsure. She wanted to get up, to make her way over to him as there was no one else in sight but her legs felt shaky and she didn’t think she could make it. She crawled towards him slowly. “W-what happened?” She whispered. 

It took Calisto a few moments to compose himself. Tremors of the earth shook him even as they ceased. Fearing immobility, he followed her with his eyes rather than moving to meet her. There was a pain in his chest that he couldn't quite describe; That paired along with the shattered glass tossed carelessly into the side of his face made for a lovely mix of agony. 

"Yeah, a bg collapse of mine did that. It wasn’t pretty to say the least." She told him, her brow furrowing as she  remembered the dust and debris that fell on top of her. Hopefully she wouldn’t dream about it, she didn’t like having nightmares.

"I wouldn't exactly expect it to be gorgeous as Van Gogh," he answered, momentarily distracted by the memory of his inventory breaking, wires flying. It was more action than he'd received in a long while.

Shaken, Sage, and Sandalwood || Calisto and Sanford

Familiar faces didn't come as often in the past few days. Between the quake threatening the lives of several individuals and the inevitable repairs made by yours truly(Calisto rarely allowed someone else to do such jobs when he could do them himself), there was nary a soul entering the shop so far out of the way. 

"Your ankle's pretty beaten up," he observed from a distance. It took him a few moments to register that she'd reciprocated the question. "I'm burnin' up, baby! Nothing new about that," Calisto tried to joke. If he could laugh without causing himself immense pain, he would have.

Uh.... Open

"Absolutely."