"Gwyn?" Coop echoed, sounding both surprised and concerned. He had met Gwyn, and although he scarcely knew her, he had found her to be good company. She had seemed very young to him, but she seemed to share his adventuring spirit.
He didn't think she had given her address, but he would do a little investigation of his own.
"I'll see what I can do," he agreed at last, although, frankly, he didn't plan on doing anything of the sort. Belle would have his head if he chased a large cat into the woods... And even if he did find the cat, what then? "But let's get you into bed first."
Moving dead weight was something Coop had experience with, fortunately; Cath was in better shape than most of the drunks Coop pulled out and deposited onto the curb.
Moving beside him, Coop instructed, "Put your arm around my shoulders and try to keep your neck straight. Once we get you to your feet, you can walk a little, but keep leaning on me. We'll move nice and easy. Got it?"