"Right," August said, because he supposed that he ought to have known better than to ask. She had fallen down the stairs - and her head was facing the wrong direction - and he was not, necessarily, the most helpful of people to be here for this. He also was not actually sure what the appropriate course of action was - he ought to offer to help, but debutantes usually did not like to be in such undignified positions, did they?

He took a few steps closer to the stairs. "Would it be helpful," August said tentatively, "If you could sort of - reach my hand, and swivel?"

This was one of those situations where August didn't understand how he landed himself here.

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