Bobby had taken a few steps forward to keep her from falling, but she seemed to be just fine. Standing up straight, Bobby crossed his arms against his chest and grinned down at her.
"What? Gonna throw sand at me?" Which would be pretty irritating, but nothing too horrible.
He moved to stand over her, grinning, and finally leaned down a bit, holding out a hand to her. "Come on, Guthrie. Up you go."