Tinsel couldn't obey that request fast enough. "Yes, yes, can I- come on- gently-" She slid her arm around Luna's back to try and gently raise her to her feet. She was getting blood all over her wool coat, but who cared, this was Luna, in pain, her poor dear friend. She tried not to look at the bloody figure on the floor as they passed him, but she couldn't help noticing the black hair. So it definitely was the knifey candy cane-sucker then.
The stairs were next, and Tinsel glanced at Luna. "One at a time, okay? We're going up nice and easy."