the right words

The very distinct thud of a body colliding with the floorboards caught his attention, and the titan was glad that he had just finished up with bottling his latest mixture. If it had spilled he would have had no choice but to tear the unfortunate soul a new asshole. Instead, he simply wandered lazily towards the door to peer out into the hall and see who had taken a tumble. It was a bit early to be that drunk, but who was he to judge anyone for day drinking? Instead of a drunk packmate picking themselves up off the floor, he was a familiar bony body sprawled out just beyond the doorway to her room. A frown crinkled his features, and the cosmic giant lumbered over to where the round little badger was attempting to hoist the scrawny Laeta to her paws. "I had assumed it was a joke when I overheard that you were moving again," he rumbled with a quirk of his brow. "Do you need help getting up?" the question was followed up with a glance at the badger, who was likely more than capable. However, leaving her on the floor for the badger to seemed... inconsiderate.

Same as the last time he'd seen her, the poor little dame was thin, and her muscles were notably atrophied. It would take a great deal of work to get her back into shape to be moving like normal again. "Maybe someone should be wrapping you in wool if you're going to insist on wandering around like a newborn fawn." the sarcastic drawl escaped him without the forethought to withhold the comment, but he thought he was pretty funny, so why deprive others of his dry humour? The titan wouldn't make a move to pick the fae up until he got some kind of consent, though plucking her up by the scruff to deposit back into bed would be about as laborious as collecting an errant child at this point.