"Could you stop moving."

"- Yes sorry."

If Beau will stop squirming than Lucien will get him over the cliff easily... and then carry him the additional few paces to the cabins front door, since this really is faster than walking with Beau.

He is Holding So Still.  Even though hopefully they're done with this now.

Lucien unlocks the door.

Beau falls a little bit over, but manages to hit the wall of the cabin instead of the ground.

"Sorry."

The locks are complicated - there's a fingerprint scanner and a keycode and regular lock with a corresponding key.

Impressive-cool-spooky!

The interior is a rather cozy cabin, furnished much more thoroughly than would be expected given it's remote location. There's a bed, two sofas (one grey and one blue), circular rug, and significantly more fluffy blankets than seems reasonable. It's heated as well, to 76 degrees. 

The grey sofa in particular is extremely soft, which Beau is going to discover right now because Lucien is tossing him onto it, grabbing a few things from side table, and bolting into the bathroom.

Beau "- Erp!"s in surprise at being thrown.

...And then he's alone.

He...... keeps blinking back and forth to test out his new color vision: interior edition?  The other couch is blue.  That's really weird.  Is that what his eyes really look like??  He reaches into his pocket to get his phone and check on the selfie cam.  .....His phone was pulverized when he was and now his hand is a little bit full of glass shards.  Aaaaa.

At least?  It's not?  Bleeding???

Lucien is definitely having normal experiences in this bathroom! Normal. Bathroom. Experiences.

Beau has no idea how long this guy is going to take to come out but clearly it's not the sort of thing where he can be interrupted.  Beau'll just sit here and try not to make things worse.

....He's a little bit freaking out about the pocket full of broken phone, and he can feel it itching against his thigh, and - okay, it will definitely make things worse if he needs even more healing, so - there are blankets right there, even if it's too warm for them.  And he's wearing boxers which are decent enough.  He - shimmies out of his pants.

Lucien exits the bathroom while this is happening, having just washed up.

Nope, actually, he's going back into the bathroom now.

Okay!!!!

Nothing else to do for it but get them the rest of the way off and then put a fuzzy blanket over his lap.  Even though he feels himself going red and warm.  Maybe the blanket should cover everything but his head and feet, actually.

...And after a few minutes his feet, too; he reaches some sort of temperature tipping point and feels cold enough to start shivering.  Maybe this is a side effect of magic, or just of having had a really big hole in you.  He draws his knees up and does his best to tuck the blanket around him.

Several minutes later he may hear the bathroom door open again.

Lucien can't look him in the eye. What he can do instead is start up the electric kettle and prepare two mugs of chamomile tea.

"Uh, I kind of..."  Shivers.  "Hurt my hand?  Because my phone exploded, and I reached in my pocket.  Which is why, uh - I thought it might make things worse, if it could cut up my leg from there -"

"Oh." Lucien sets the mugs and sugar dispenser down.

"I have a first aid kit." He gets it out from under the sink.

"Um. Are you left handed?"

"No..."  Here is Beau's right hand even though it's COLD outside of the blanket (and also inside of the blanket).  It's kind of shakey.

"Okay."

He can hold Beau's hand palm up very very gently, just to keep it steady. And then use tweezers to get the shards of glass out, one by one, moving so so carefully.

Eventually Beau's temperature regulation comes kind of back online, or at least tips back in the other direction.  (He leaves the blanket mostly on anyway).  There are a lot of shards and not all of them are big enough to tweezer out.

Lucien mournfully looks at the remaining tiny specks of glass for really quite a while.

And then he gestures with his other hand and the shards turn into tiny droplets that move to the center of Beau's palm, combining together into what is for all intents and purposes a glass marble, with a hazy swirl of grey suspended inside.

"- Woah."