As if he could read her mind Alvin's hands reached out, gently floating under her elbows. She leaned into his assistance, her mind warning her it would be rude not to accept his help at this point. He was already so close and if she leaned forward and accepted his help with a nod. Gently he helped her forward and she slipped off the bench in a rustle of skirts.

One thing was certain as she landed, she hadn't anticipated being this close to him. She could barely look up to his face with how close they stood, instead she had a great view of his neck. The momentum of her movement had her pushing into his chest to catch his balance, her arms braced against his sides as he held her elbow. But there was hardly an inch between them. She stepped back ever so slightly feeling the workbench right behind her giving her no space to move. "Thanks." She tried not to mumble, but it definitely seemed more like a mumble when it left her lips. Her whole body was warm, her ears beginning to turn red first.

She had to go find Mrs. Potts. Right. She had a task. Had to help him, had to have her wrist looked at. "I, uh, I'll," Her tongue felt thick in her mouth and she certainly couldn't look at him right now. At least not his face. "Find Mrs. Potts." She managed to finish as she turned, her side firmly pushing against Mr. Bixby as she tried to flee. Only her feet, too, tangled up, as if they were directly cooralated with her tangled heart, and she found herself falling, clutching at Alvin's jacket to keep from falling over again.

"Sorry!" The apology was out of her before she could even consider it. "I can't move either." She admitted.