[ Lux looked at her hand, and for a moment she reasoned with herself if she should take it. She had every reason not to, to blow her off and be done with the whole thing altogether. But she would be setting a bad example for anyone who might see her (because that really mattered), so, just as reluctantly as Katarina put her hand out, Lux took it, using it to pull herself up. ]

Thanks.

[ It was curt, more for politeness than out of being truly thankful.

The blond gave the older woman a cold look, doing her best to try not to sniffle. She failed. Terribly. Ugh. ]

My shoes are fine, thank you very much. And I am not a klutz. In case you haven't noticed, it's slippery out.