He lifted her up off the bench she was sitting at, (or wherever she was.), and kinda just held her. He didn't want her walking since, he didn't know just how woozy orrrr sick she was.
Lifeline: Is everything okay?
"Im not quite sure myself, Miss Loba says she wasn't feeling well, and said something with her head..-"
Lifeline: I'll take care of her, don't worry. I'm a medic.
".. Not like you kinda are a doctor, and have healed several.....thousand injuries, over all theses games. =v="
Lifeline: Just lay her over there..-
"Alright alright, sorry, I was just trying to tease you a bit-.."
"It's not funny."
".. It's called trying to joke my worry away, alright-?!... -sigh-, Just-,never mind."
Lifeline: PUT HER ON THE DAMN TABLE
"c..calm d..down..please-"
