Denied the Choir Nyanvisible

"That... certainly would... explain things," Caelynn agrees between grunts of effort. Hauling up 150 pounds of significant other is still fairly difficult, especially if said SO doesn't chip in and help with it either. Magtok goes up and over, and the doctor falls on her rear with an "oof" before scrambling up to her knees and rushing to Magtok's side.

"Alright - okay, this doesn't look too bad..." Some of the urgency and worry fades from her voice even as Caelynn goes about tearing strips of cloth out from Magtok's sleeve to make a couple impromptu bandages and doing her best to stop the bleeding where she can by applying direct pressure. Thankfully the situation seems light enough that she doesn't have to try and jury-rig a tourniquet. "You'll be fine let's just get you downstairs and you'll be right as rain after a quick patch-up."

"Whoa, hey -" Aww, flowers? Caelynn can't help but smile fondly at that. "Don't worry you big baby, I'd love to see those lilies with you. We'll go see them together." The bandaging finished, she moves to help drag Magtok to his feet with another huff, draping the uninjured arm over her shoulders for support.