Those moon-like eyes shift to his hand, clearly hesitant, but after a moment her fingers slip into his palm, cool as water against his warmth. For a moment they're only bird-light, but she presses down as he pulls, allowing him to tug her to her feet. Her brow puckers with concentration, as though balance has all the complexity of a math problem.

And apparently she's right in that, because standing upright lasts only a moment. Her knees twitch suddenly and buckle back beneath her, sending her back downward with a yelp.