Flora and fauna, horses and men, [ Jordan reaches over and places a long, graceful finger just underneath Sprague's chin, pushing her jaw upwards just so in order to close her mouth again. ] Ain't lookin' to put you back together again, sister. So, Holly, go lightly on Quetzal's account. [ That hand floats in the space between them, not really intending to go anywhere or do anything. In the end, he finds Sprague's elbow, urging her to stand a little straighter and on legs that seem reluctant to give any real support. Jordan decides his hand will stay there for the duration, so long as she lets him and doesn't try to vault away. Carefully, he steers her back to sitting on the steps and goes as so far as to pluck the hat on his head and place it onto hers to keep her a little more warm. ]

I'll walk you up later, that suit you just fine? New Years is meant to end with bangflash, not staircrash.