Good lord, there'd been a moment when Thérèse had been sure she'd been about to have an intimate encounter with Christopher's very nice parquet flooring. But instead, she felt strong arms catch her, and she gasped, standing back up straight and looking up at her savior.
Well then. She could safely say she had no idea who this man was, but there was a look about him, a resemblance that had her guessing he was a relative, close or otherwise, of the man who'd been occupying her thoughts moments before. And so she smiled, somewhat apologetically, and smoothed down her skirts before gathering up her books again. "Oh, I'm fine, I'm so sorry... I was lost in my thoughts. Are you alright, did I hurt you?" At her height and weight, it was doubtful she caused any harm whatsoever, but Thérèse was a worrier.