Gabriel smiled easily and nodded, "You're very beautiful, Greta."
It wasn't a lie, he just would never have said it to her out loud. Greta was one of his friends (and apparently she thought very highly of him), an intern that he had grown rather attached to and didn't want to see fail or--well, get hurt. Gabriel wasn't sure how he was managing to keep himself so calm when Greta was clearly in a bad state. The idea that he'd been trying to protect her since she took on the internship (protect her from nasty old reporters and her lack of a desk) popped into his mind, and Gabriel settled with that. She was his intern, he couldn't leave her alone.
Gabriel pulled back from her head wound and looked over the rest of Greta's body and her injuries. No, she was in bad shape, but she should definitely be able to move her. He'd carry her out, because with the distance of their offices from St. Mungo's, it would be some time before anyone entered. Gabriel winced as he realized he was going to have to move Greta's obviously broken leg, but he kept his voice calm and soothing.
"I have to move you now," he said, continuing to brush her hair on the side of her face, "It's going to hurt, Greta, and I'm sorry for that, but we need to get you out of here, all right?"
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