For how slow the wheelchair was lifted up by Ember's unnecessarily flashy magic, the left wheel so quickly rolled back off the ramp.
	He'd sigh if he could. He glared at the 'girl' with red hair, then noticed the 'child' elf looking at him. His eyes focused on her bright green pendant -- strange ornament for parents to possibly give a child... or is it stolen? Where are her parents? Is she... is she missing fingers on her left hand?
	He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It's not his business to pry.

	He gripped at his wheelchair, reversing off the plank and back on again, attempting to ride across once more.