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[fertilefootfall]

Daffodil has a problem; specifically a problem related to wheelchairs, stairs, and the dislike one has for the other. She's debating whether or not she should risk walking.

She looks like she might have decided to risk it.

Someone care to convince her otherwise?

(OOC: mun at work, may be slow)

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[meimeichanic]

Because Daffodil's official guardian is off getting herself into humourous scrapes, or not, there's a Kaylee, on her way between the Engineering alcove and room 202, depending on whether Daffodil's at the top or bottom of the stairs.

"Well, hi there. You needing a hand?"

[fertilefootfall]

She's at the top of the stairs, loooking down with a stubborn expression on her face.

"No, feet I can walk on, please. My hands are fine."

[meimeichanic]

Kaylee laughs softly, and crouches down beside the wheelchair. "OK, I ain't no good with making people work," she says a little sadly. "But I could carry you down, if y'want?"

[fertilefootfall]

"My feet work," frowning at them, "that's the problem. It's just when they work here I get sick."

She smiles hopefully, and her face lights up.

"Would you really?"

[meimeichanic]

"Of course I will," Kaylee says, and she heaves up chair and girl in her mechanic's arms. "How come they ain't working right here?" she asks as they start down the stairs.

[fertilefootfall]

Daffodil is impressed. She isn't heavy, of course, but the chair is made of metal.

"I don't know," brow wrinkling. "I was fine at home, but now the flowers make me all wobbly. So I can't let my feet touch the ground."

Sigh.

"It's boring."

[meimeichanic]

"Well, gosh, I'd be bored too."

It's not easy, by any means, but she don't weigh much more than that dog Kaylee carried back from the hive.

"I didn't know there were flowers here."

[fertilefootfall]

"There aren't, really, but. . ."

Once Kaylee has settled Daffodil and the chair back down, she carefully reaches out a little bare foot, and places one toe on the floor. She takes it away almost immediately, but she is noticably paler, lips almost blueish.

And where her toe had rested is a tiny mass of tangled plants, green and reddish, glinting with something sticky. A tangle of sundew, supposed to be growing in a dank bog somewhere, not in a hallway.

"There. Which is why I can't walk around."

[meimeichanic]

"Oh!"

Now Kaylee's torn between worry over the sickly little girl and wonder over the plants, and concern over the state of the floor.

The plants win, but not after a worried look at the girl. "Well, ain't that shiny?"

[fertilefootfall]

"Shiny is good?" Her colour is returning slowly. It's not so bad if she doesn't leave her foot there once the plants start.

[meimeichanic]

"Of course it's good," Kaylee says with a grin and a feather light poke in the arm. "You ever heard of anythin' shiny that weren't good?"

[fertilefootfall]

She ponders for a moment.

"Lots of shiny things are bad."

She ticks them off on her fingers.

"Magic rings, enchanted apples, fairy rings, spelled swords. . ."

[meimeichanic]

Kaylee laughs loudly and happily at the list, and tilts her head in concession, sitting on the bottom few stairs now, to talk.

"But some magic rings are good, right?"

[fertilefootfall]

"Yes," she concedes, nodding her head.

"But," in a slightly conspiratorial tone, "you can never tell."

She nods. "Never pick up something if you don't know what it is. Unless you happen to be a deserving woodcutter, or a youngest son. Then you'll be fine."

[meimeichanic]

Kaylee nods sagely. And it must be said that given what she's seen, she's only mostly humouring the girl. Because joking about it is more fun.

"I will bear that in mind," she says. "Because you never can tell, right?"

[fertilefootfall]

"Right," nodding with a big grin.

She holds out a hand.

"I'm Daffodil."