Kyrian set Caelan on his feet on the deck of the ship, eyes scanning the skyline above Poyi, frowning at the heavy, thick smoke, swirling with embers and ash. When the warning to evacuate sounded, the Gallade's immediate reaction was to get Caelan safely aboard one of the ships.
"I'm going to go help teleport more people, Cae." He told his husband, leaning down to kiss the Gothitelle softly.
"I kind of wish you wouldn't." Cae replied, blue eyes also fixed on the disruption in front of them. He did not relish the idea of the white skinned singer risking his life; but, then, he knew perfectly well that Kyrian would not stand idly by when he could be of assistance.
"They said we could go back and grab a few things...." Caelan mused. "I wonder how many outfits I could wear at once...?"
Kyrian raised an eyebrow, picturing his husband waddling out of their house in a cocoon of clothes and goggles. "Cae, no. Definitely no."
Caelan chuckled softly, one hand reaching up to tuck a stand of hair