[There's a scrabble of footsteps somewhere behind them, and Cyrus lets out a soft hm along with a knowing smile.]
Ah, right on cue— I hear the Erasers on their way to interfere. Keep them occupied!
[As though Alfyn needed further instruction, though Cyrus knows full well he does not. He proceeds to circle around the tower's lowest level, eyes narrowed as he seeks out any peculiar markings— locking the beds into place should offer some stability, but some of them are so ill-fitting that it's difficult to know where to start.]
— here! Let's see...
[Matching the symbols is easy enough, which makes identifying the beds to be moved a bit simpler, though the situation is still quite precarious. He grabs one of the beds by its footboard, giving it a good shove, and it slots into place.]
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Ah, right on cue— I hear the Erasers on their way to interfere. Keep them occupied!
[As though Alfyn needed further instruction, though Cyrus knows full well he does not. He proceeds to circle around the tower's lowest level, eyes narrowed as he seeks out any peculiar markings— locking the beds into place should offer some stability, but some of them are so ill-fitting that it's difficult to know where to start.]
— here! Let's see...
[Matching the symbols is easy enough, which makes identifying the beds to be moved a bit simpler, though the situation is still quite precarious. He grabs one of the beds by its footboard, giving it a good shove, and it slots into place.]
One down!
[Nineteen levels to go.]