[ While the kiss surprises him the same way it had her that not on the ice sleigh, he tries not to let the feeling it stirs in him linger for too long. Worry and fear didn't get them anywhere any too quickly. He focuses on the determination it gives him instead, the assurance that he'll get them out of here or die trying.
Going up to the side of the bookshelf, he glances at his hands to make sure they're still mostly flesh. The tips are starting to change, but nothing that renders them useless, and so he places one flat against the side of the shelf, bracing his shoulder beside it before he starts to shove the furniture forward. He can hear the scratches against the floor as he feels it start to move, letting out a small sigh of relief that it wasn't actually stuck there. ]
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Going up to the side of the bookshelf, he glances at his hands to make sure they're still mostly flesh. The tips are starting to change, but nothing that renders them useless, and so he places one flat against the side of the shelf, bracing his shoulder beside it before he starts to shove the furniture forward. He can hear the scratches against the floor as he feels it start to move, letting out a small sigh of relief that it wasn't actually stuck there. ]