She almost collapsed in relief, but kept herself together. "Try to keep talking- so I can locate you." She moved through the rubble toward his voice, digging about where she thought he was.

"I can't breathe that well, you expect me to talk?" He asked as a rhetorical question and scoffed. He was actually feeling a little faint. "You're taking foreeverrrr," He grinned as he said it, as if she'd know he was kidding. He pushed up on the board covering his chest, it moved. But not enough. He grunted, pinned quite well in the darkness he was hidden under.

She didnt know how to, or WANT to respond to his snarky comment after she almost had a panic attack over his safety. Again. She hurried toward the slight shift in the board, shoving the lighter boards on top out of her way, until she reached a large board she was pretty sure even Glitterbutt couldnt lift. After a little board rigging and little ingenuity, she managed to shift it. Only a little, but it was enough to let dust tinted light rain down on him through the cracks in the rubble covering him.

He could hear her footsteps clamoring over where he was laying, kinda panting. He listened as she attempted many things and only one worked. He knew that because it hurt more. A saddle hanger was now digging into his bruised ribs. He looked out of the hole, not seeing much. "You stepped on me. A lot."

"Sorry, ill just leave you here then since you seem to be SO enjoying your little buried alive time." She snarled, letting go a piece of not so light wood she had just picked up, dropping back on top of his pile. "You can just GET OUT YOURSELF, then." She sat back on her heels, waving dust away from her face to peer through the haze toward the dragons.

He narrowed his eyes, she seemed very upset. "Well no I physically can't. My arm is pinned. Very stuck. I can't move it. And I can barely move my other arm." He grunted as she dropped something. Which happened to land on his stuck arm. Further stucking it. "Ow." He bit his lip, feeling at his ribs gently.

She muttered something that sounded like 'why do I try', 'Stupid boys', and 'ill tell you where you can shove your arm', in the next few seconds, before continuing to dig him out.

He giggled a little, hoping she could hear his amusement. He moved around a little, seeing if he could get his foot loose. Lo and behold! He hit his knee on the board slabbed over him, which created a loud thunk. Followed by: "FUCK!" He grunted and made sure his foot was free still. It was.

"AHA! KARMA, BITCH!" She chuckled, clearing enough wood away that from the hips up, he was free. She struggled with one of the saddle racks, but otherwise it wasnt too hard. "Can you get out like that?" She was huffing slightly. It was quite the work out trying to free an idiot buried under the wreckage of a whole damn room by yourself with not even a thank you as of yet.

He huffed in mild annoyance, he listened for a moment then helped her lift up what was on him. He pushed it as far up as it could go with his legs as he wedged his arm out from the board on it. He let the board down and held it with his arms as he moved out. He let it go when he was out. His arm bled a little from where sharp parts of the thing on it had been. He took a deep breath and cursed. Mainly because he smelled smoke and also ow. "Thanks, but do you smell that?"