He'd been in a handful of stressful situations (emergency, that's what they were called, emergency situations) in his career, but nothing like his. At least it was just her and not a room full of screaming purebloods.
"Breathe," he managed, "Or your blood pressure is going to make things worse." Euan placed both his hands squarely on her shoulders to steady her and then sighed, looking over her shoulder. Why in Merlin's name did they have coat hangers that were so unnecessarily elaborate and ... sharp?
"I am going to pull you forward and it is going to hurt," He managed matter-of-factly, "but then it's going to get much better."
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