Cecilia had more or less expected as much. The second Juno was up, the nurse's arms clamped around her, and it was clear that Cecilia wasn't going to let go. She was stronger than she looked, and could have carried Juno to the toilet if she'd absolutely had to. "Slowly," she reminded Juno, gently. "That's the concussion. We're just gonna go one step at a time, I've got you, and you're not going to fall again. You can set the pace, I'll support you. The hardest parts are over, I promise."