Squinting, she slips her trembling fingers in his hands and allows him to lever her off the floor. There's a fresh twinge of pain in her knee that almost sends her sprawling again, but she catches herself.

Well, to be more truthful, she stumbles into Tommy, catching her arm around his middle.

"M'sorry."

She isn't, really. He's solid and warm, and she ends up holding on a beat too long to be excused as regaining her balance. She pulls back slowly, testing out her knee. Smoothing her rumpled skirts into some order, she motions to the bathroom and gingerly makes her way inside.

"I don't wanna wake Dug. Did he hurt you too awful bad?"