The one who called herself Alla pulled her friend to her feet.
'No problem,' said the white one, pulling his friend away.
Leaning down, he pulled his friend clear of the action.
The half-ogre pulled his friend away from the area.
She tried to pull her friend back, but he seemed to come apart in her hands.
Then he got up and staggered to the open hatch, trying to pull his torn friend all the way through.
Then, just as carefully, he pulled his friend up onto his shoulder.
He reached out a hand and pulled his wheezing friend to his side.
He pulled his friend into an embrace and the contact brought tears from Julius in a rush.
His primary worry was trying to pull his friend back together again.