[ Wally is finding it a little difficult to keep his balance with the ground trembling beneath him like it is. They are running out of time. He has to think of something, anything before he and the woman in his arms find themselves buried beneath a lot of trees. The only thing he knows at this picosecond is that he isn't leaving her no matter what she says. ]

Don't worry. I'll think of something.

[ The sureness in his voice is only matched by the determination in the emerald eyes looking down at her. He sucks in a breath through pursed lips, racking his accelerated brain in attempt to come up with what his next move should be. The only firm conclusion he comes to is that he is so far out of his depth here. Maybe he shouldn't have sounded so sure.

That line of thinking leads to him resorting to asking himself the same question he always does whenever he finds himself in an overly difficult situation; what would Barry Allen do?

The muscles in the arms holding Skye suddenly twitch, as if he's preparing to take off again, before he gently sets her on the ground, a comforting hand staying on her shoulder while he kneels beside her on the shaky earth. ]

Okay, um. Whenever my powers got out of control, my uncle used to tell me to take a few deep breaths and start focusing on listing things that I love. I know it sounds silly, but maybe you'd like to humor me?

[ His words are as light as they are hurried in an attempt to present a level of calmness that he isn't really feeling. He knows this is a long shot, but talking her down is exactly what his mentor would try to do in this situation. And if it doesn't work? Well, some people don't call him the Fastest Man Alive for nothing. ]