Alcuin sucked in a sharp breath and then coughed, the dust from the collapsed building irritating his throat. He turned slowly to Cinna, not quite seeing him for a moment before his gaze sharpened. "Cinna... are you all right? Your home?"

His home was obviously a loss. There wasn't much that could be done there, except try to retrieve what they could from the wreckage. And it could have been him, it had been so close.