Ethan turned to Destiny and eyed her for a moment before speaking.

"I am surprised you are so willing to lay here and bleed to death with so little grace. Surely it does not accomplish anything of benefit to you?" He glanced at Marcus, frowning slightly but yes, he could quite imagine the other man would unceremoniously hoist Destiny over his shoulder and drag her up there if it came to it. Unnecessary, but likely. "I guarantee, if Marcus drops you, I'll knock him back down the stairs myself." And if Destiny wouldn't simply cooperate, well, Ethan had no qualms about putting the girl to sleep or ina body bind.

Meanwhile, for Evelyn, Truebridge flicked his wand in a loop and she floated up as if she'd been caught on a cushion of air, completely supported by... apparently nothing. Still it would be more comfortable than using mobilicorpus.

"I am glad to hear you trust me, Evelyn."