[There's a moment where Dezel merely gazes down at the girl in his arms, paying close attention to the way she seems to be looking up at him rather than through him. This one can perceive him, apparently, which is good. That makes all this much easier.]

[Cautiously, he decides to toss telepathic communication aside and speak out loud. At this point, they're far enough back from the commotion in the streets that he shouldn't need to raise his voice much to be overheard, anyway.]

Hn, don't mention it. I'm with the Enforcers, so keeping people out of harm's way is part of my job.

[Not...that he wouldn't have done something to help her, regardless of his duties. He did dive off the side of a cliff ledge at home once to save a girl maybe only a bit older than this one.]

Give me a moment and I'll get you back into your chair again.

[That said, he turns his focus on the wheelchair. The air around it stirs gently at first, then swirls up around it, building enough force to push it up from one side and get it upright once more. The wind then nudges it toward them, Dezel coming up out of his crouch with the girl still in his arms so he can use one foot to stop the chair as it rolls up to them.]