[Even with Ezio taking most of the weight off, it's easy to tell there's a strength in her grip, her fingers and palm heavily calloused from either hard work or holding a weapon, yet her grip is gentle. For a moment she steps back to give him space to stand, looking him over for injuries...only for her gaze to snap right back to his face as she realizes he's wearing not much more than what looks like a hospital gown.

Oh good heavens.

Still, she manages to keep a mostly straight face as she smiles up at him, with only the faintest traces of pink creeping across her cheeks beneath her freckles.]

Wouldn't think of it, I've had friends drop through roofs before, so all things considered it wasn't the worst I've seen. I'm glad you're all right.

[There's a moment's pause, her fingers tapping her chin as her tone turns playful, mischief sparkling in her eyes.]

I'd probably recommend wearing actual clothes next time, though. You might hurt something more than just your pride next time.