"Oh, of course. With your decorative ballgown draped delicately over the couch and some smelling salts nearby to rouse you." He teased. While Maple was wildly more ladylike than some of the women he associated with (Winnie) Dory had never associated her with being a delicate flower. Maple was tough and determined, strong when she needed to be. She was a hero, someone who'd rush into a collapsing building with no thought as to her own well being. None of those traits resembled anything fragile.
Except, she'd come over crying, so maybe she was more vulnerable than he thought.
Despite how tipsy he still was, Dory remained alert enough to catch her instantly. Helping her wasn't a particularly difficult task though as she stumbled into him and his hands landed firmly on her hips. Blinking up at her, Dory's amused grin morphed intoa look of concern. "You alright there?"
Except, she'd come over crying, so maybe she was more vulnerable than he thought.
Despite how tipsy he still was, Dory remained alert enough to catch her instantly. Helping her wasn't a particularly difficult task though as she stumbled into him and his hands landed firmly on her hips. Blinking up at her, Dory's amused grin morphed intoa look of concern. "You alright there?"