As she swayed he reached out and caught her shoulder, a concerned look on his face. "You've done too much, I shouldn't have asked." Already he had forgotten how he had to practically drag her out from the twisted cellar of the half destroyed home. She may have immense power within her, but it was clear it took a toll. Shenyo was much more resilient and durable, for better or for worse.<br/><br/>Once he was sure she wouldn't slip down from the roof onto her head he went and inspected the half of the board still attached to the window. Bracing his foot against the windowsill he gripped it with both hands and ripped it clean off, and part of the window it was nailed to, with a satisfying crack and tear of wood. Then once more with the plank above that one so they wouldn't have to squeeze through to get inside.<br/><br/>It was a simple home. They were entering into the master bedroom with a queen size bed that took up a majority of the room. There were a few dressers here and there, candle holders, bits of paper among other odds and ends. More importantly it was dry, warm, and safe. As Shenyo explored the house to make sure her spell was telling the truth he mentioned something mostly to himself, but enough that she would overhear him.<br/><br/>"Strange, I don't see the owners." He spoke softly, a passing thought. The house was clean and secure as far as he could tell, and eventually he found himself laying down on that bed with his eyes closed to finally take a moment to rest.