At least this way, his head is close enough for her, and she crouches down- gods her dress is going to need an incredible wash, but she reaches out to help steady him as best as possible.

For once, she says nothing more after that, just wanting to get her aid given- as much as she'd like to tease, she hasn't really been in the mood, and she a bit grim despite her usual enthusiasm to show her affection to her friends.

With her hands moving to the sides of his head, she watches him, trying to imagine him as Emet-Selch, as helping her friend, before closing her eyes and leaning down to kiss his beak. She'll keep going for as long as it takes to turn him back, but she keeps the kiss gentle so he can pull away whenever he pleases.

( Please work. )