How do I help her with this? Troy honestly had no idea. Drinks first. Everything's less frightening after tea.
Aloud, he said, "Yes, we had a bit of a conversation about how you were asleep. Very interesting, actually. Here, hold on to me, I'll help you stand."
Troy was going to try and get his arms around Jean so that he could lift her up. He was debating on whether he'd carry her into the kitchen. It seemed a dashing thing to do. Perhaps he'd try and be dashing.