What he watched unfold was very plainly magic to Joey's eyes, and he gaped in awe, doubly surprised to find smoke taking form of words. Francaeur shifted from a monster to a magician in a series of deft strokes and earnest words. It took a moment to look past the feat and read the actual request.

Help? Burden?

Oh...

He looked down at the bag he'd stepped over, the other one he'd dropped in his surprise. There came a series of double-takes, up and down between Francaeur and the bags before it fully clicked. His mouth twitched, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

Did he really just want to help?

His eyes winced, holding up both hands and shaking his head. No, no...it's alright...