[Orihime starts forward, hands lifted, when Tokidoki starts to totter. But he's down and out. Should she have moved in sooner? Patted his head and reassured him? She really has no idea what would help him, or really, if he even wants to be helped. Talking about it might make his brain overload with trauma.]

[It's something she'll have to ask later, in private. It's definitely not a conversation meant for public ears. ...Or unconscious ones either.]

[She steps forward and stoops down, slinging his arm over her neck and maneuvering him onto her back. Holding onto his wrists, his feet might drag a little, but she's done this before with someone much heavier when she was much smaller.]

I guess we should call it a day. It's okay if we look at fabric next weekend, isn't it, Noboru? I'm going to take Tokidoki to the infirmary and heal his injuries.