"No," Katrina said, grabbing for his shirt in an attempt to make sure he didn't fall, even though she knew he was just joking. She already felt guilty for having evaded him, again; getting him physically hurt would have made her feel even more awful. "You don't get to be hurt, ever. Okay?"
She let him go when she was sure he was sturdy, and then bent down to help him pick up the mess. "We don't need nice things, anyway."