Lottie did her best to help Harmonia upright, though it seemed as though her friend's center of balance was off just a bit. Not enough that she was truly waddling, despite what Harm said, but it was noticeable. Friendship didn't try to tell her that she wasn't waddling though. Philotes could recognize that her best friend was in one of those moods. It was impossible to budge her very far in one of those moods, so Lottie would take what she could get.
Crossing the room, she pulled the himation off the shelf. And rather than risk choosing a pin that Harmonia might not like, Lottie just brought the dish closest to the folded fabric. It was full of all kinds of bits and baubles, so there was likely a pin in there somewhere. She set the bowl down near the bed, then deftly set to work helping her friend get dressed.
As she did so, she kept up a fairly steady stream of conversation in an attempt to distract Harmonia from, well, herself. Lottie talked of the things she knew, of her family and what they had been doing, of the new friends she'd made, both mortal and immortal, and of the things she'd seen most recently. Not much was said about the goings on on Olympus because that was outside of Lottie's ken except for the occasional rumor. And since she didn't like it when people gossiped about her family, she wasn't going to gossip about Harm's.
When she stepped back to straighten the fibula on Harmonia's shoulder, Lottie said, “I don't know, do you usually keep baskets in your room? I don't see how it would be a problem though. You have an entire palace, there has to be a basket here somewhere. We'll find one and get your flowers, Harm. Whatever you need.”