Bloody hell! His legs, despite Miranda's light weight, could not honestly hold her at the moment. Not when everything was under worked and sore just from walking around all day. He held back a grunt as he held her up anyways, letting out a slow sigh (in attempt to hide the annoyed edge). "Miranda, what on earth is going on?" he asked slowly, trying to figure out how to get her to a chair without both of them falling down. He'd leave the dishes and water on the floor for now, and with a quick flick of her wand the water was turned off.
"C'mon, I need you to pull it together and walk for me, D. Just to the nearest table," he said softly, hoping to calm her down a bit. He was not good with the blubbery crying business. Never was, never would be.
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