Won't kill you if you get help, unless you're allergic to that sort of thing, lad.

[ She just side-eyes him before... surprisingly, lifting him with ease against herself. It's like he weighs nothing to her for the most part, and she tugs his arm around her shoulder as she stands. ]

... not a problem for me, though, Lightweight.

[ There's a wry smirk, before she moves, ears flicking as she keeps a hold on him. She doesn't seem to be too troubled at all, and when she spots some rock formations nearby, she easily sets him down. ]

Right... show me where you got stung. Those bloody stingers were definitely the cause of it.

[ And now that she's getting a better look... ]

Huh. Cute face for such a potty mouth.