Micah had been far enough from the initial explosion that he'd only been knocked off his feet and slightly dazed by the sudden shock wave. For nearly a minute everything was pure confusion as he dragged himself back to his feet unsteadily. Before his ears had even stopped ringing, Micah had begun to move again. Duke and aging or not, he had been a military man all his life and his training kicked in immediately.
Moving from person to person, he helped those that could stand to their feet, urging them to exit the castle quickly, but as calmly as they could. Some of the men that weren't injured or only slightly so, began to take his direction to help the more severely wounded or in shock out of the ballroom. This was not his home, or his people, but his presence was a commanding one, and his calmness soothed some of the hysterical.
Micah probably should have left as quickly as he could, but he continued to return to the ballroom again and again as he helped panicked women and limping men evacuate. In all his comings and goings he hadn't managed to catch sight of Melora or Aella, and frankly he was beginning to worry. He was almost ready to start searching further into the castle when he spied Aella's prone form being help up by another small woman.
As he hurriedly approached, all sorts of negative thoughts began spiraling through his mind. He needed that girl alive, Ansgar damn it all! Micah appeared at Olive's side, one hand moving to gently touch Aella's face, noticing that she was alive and seemed mostly unharmed, at least he saw no obvious injury. Without hesitating, he unburdened Olive, lifting Aella into his arms with surprising ease for a man of his age.
"The structure has been damaged, the castle isn't safe. Hurry to the nearest exit and meet the others outside the Grand Hall." He didn't bother to wait for Olive once the words left his lips. He had who he needed, and quickly took his own advice. Aella's safety was paramount, after all.
