She scoops her up, getting her hand under her knees and shoulders to lift her, her tentacles emerging briefly to lift her up. Perhaps not as graceful as Ianthe might have done it herself, but enough to get her back into that bed and not a second longer on the floor than she could help. ]
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[ Thud, down she goes.
Gilia scrambles up, going to her.
She scoops her up, getting her hand under her knees and shoulders to lift her, her tentacles emerging briefly to lift her up. Perhaps not as graceful as Ianthe might have done it herself, but enough to get her back into that bed and not a second longer on the floor than she could help. ]
My love, you are still not well yet.