[ Navia suddenly putting a hand on his desk to steady herself brings a touch of concern into Neuvillette's gaze, and he's just about to direct her over to one of the couches when she abruptly disappears behind his desk.
Eyes widening a little, he quickly rises to his feet, the chair scraping from the force of it. With hurried steps he rounds the desk to find her sitting on the floor; mildly worrying, but at least she hasn't lost consciousness like he had initially feared.
Offering a hand, he helps her up onto her feet and gingerly puts an arm around her back for support as he leads her over to the aforementioned couch. ]
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Eyes widening a little, he quickly rises to his feet, the chair scraping from the force of it. With hurried steps he rounds the desk to find her sitting on the floor; mildly worrying, but at least she hasn't lost consciousness like he had initially feared.
Offering a hand, he helps her up onto her feet and gingerly puts an arm around her back for support as he leads her over to the aforementioned couch. ]
Do you need a glass of water, Mademoiselle?