[ Ah, yes. Another inebriated mortal who requires to be carried to somewhere safe. She has been dealing with this all evening, so it doesn't even faze her to find his body prone on the ground, likely wandering between consciousness and unconsciousness. The edge of her boot lightly nudges his thigh, making certain he's at least alive, though he's breathing well enough. Maybe even mumbling something rather garbled that she can barely hear through the loud music.

Why can't his kind measure their own tolerance? Not that she's one to talk. She's absolutely incapable of being drunk so she has no idea if one can even tell when they've reached their limit. He should at least be able to tell when he's about to black out, though, shouldn't he? ]

Mortal, be not afraid of my presence. I have come in your time of great need.

[ Her arms slide beneath his body as she raises him up carefully as a groom would his bride only that is very much not the situation at present. ]

This would be far easier if you choose not to squirm excessively. Speak if you are in great pain at the moment. I can take you to a medic.