"Let me hold on to your hands when I need to. I think I can do the rest myself."
Hands also tend to be easier to hold on to than a spaceport wall, especially since he'd be holding on, too. She uncurls her arm from around herself and braces it against the wall so she can pull herself up enough to get one leg out from under her.
It must hurt though. The minute the first leg is moved she's back to leaning all her wait against the wall, a hard shudder going through her that Karkat can probably feel just from holding her hand. But she's determined to actually get this done so she won't need to start moving again too much after this, and before he can try to say or do anything she does the same to get her other leg free.
Like the first time she shudders again, teeth grit and eyes squeezing shut, and she sort of falls more against the wall this time than leans into it.
"Almost done," she tells him, as if to brush off any concern that might already be forming in his mind. She's fine. Really. Outside of the dying and pain thing, anyway, which comparatively wasn't too bad at all when she wasn't doing the moving thing. In a moment she can do the rest, and she won't need to do that much again, which she's sure she can manage. She just needs a minute.
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Hands also tend to be easier to hold on to than a spaceport wall, especially since he'd be holding on, too. She uncurls her arm from around herself and braces it against the wall so she can pull herself up enough to get one leg out from under her.
It must hurt though. The minute the first leg is moved she's back to leaning all her wait against the wall, a hard shudder going through her that Karkat can probably feel just from holding her hand. But she's determined to actually get this done so she won't need to start moving again too much after this, and before he can try to say or do anything she does the same to get her other leg free.
Like the first time she shudders again, teeth grit and eyes squeezing shut, and she sort of falls more against the wall this time than leans into it.
"Almost done," she tells him, as if to brush off any concern that might already be forming in his mind. She's fine. Really. Outside of the dying and pain thing, anyway, which comparatively wasn't too bad at all when she wasn't doing the moving thing. In a moment she can do the rest, and she won't need to do that much again, which she's sure she can manage. She just needs a minute.