[ As much as he appreciates her pluck, Mabel is a 13 year old girl. He is way taller and way heavier than her. He does look a little uncertain as she tugs his arm over her shoulders, but, well...
... he's not got much choice right now, does he? The discomfort in his left leg will quickly turn to pain if he stays this way.
Clearing away his doubts, he'll nod. ]
Alright.
[ While she's counting down, he gets his right foot beneath him, and on three, he pushes. Between the balance she affords him and what upward motion one leg can give him, he does manage to get to his feet ...
... well, sort of. He can't rely on his left leg at all, so he tries to precariously balance on just one foot. He can't help but lean on Mabel a little bit, though at least it's not with all his weight. After a moment of checking his balance and making sure he won't fall over, he nods. ]
Okay ... this is working. Think you can keep supporting me while I hop over to that chair?
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... he's not got much choice right now, does he? The discomfort in his left leg will quickly turn to pain if he stays this way.
Clearing away his doubts, he'll nod. ]
Alright.
[ While she's counting down, he gets his right foot beneath him, and on three, he pushes. Between the balance she affords him and what upward motion one leg can give him, he does manage to get to his feet ...
... well, sort of. He can't rely on his left leg at all, so he tries to precariously balance on just one foot. He can't help but lean on Mabel a little bit, though at least it's not with all his weight. After a moment of checking his balance and making sure he won't fall over, he nods. ]
Okay ... this is working. Think you can keep supporting me while I hop over to that chair?
[ The kitchen table isn't far, thankfully. ]