He stared at her in wide-eyed panic for a second before getting the message, giving an earnest nod to show he understood, his wing tips nodded in time with him. Right, deep breaths.
Martin took a huge breath in, if deep breaths helped he was going to go very deep, and was about to let it out when the assistants rushed back to double check swatch colours against him. Eeep! He froze, breath still held in and stood very very still staring at Frances still with a 'help help help!' look. The wingtips made shooing away motions at the shop people when they weren't looking but short of teleporting them off there wasn't much he could do.
Stay calm stay calm, magic accidents happen if you don't stay calm, he told himself. But it was really hard to do that while holding your breath and being crowded by people who he really hoped wouldn't check the inside of his jacket.
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