He wanted to make some huffy remark about the way she was treating him, but the world was getting wobbly again. Maybe he really should sit down before he outright fell.

Not that he was going to fall. Of course. He was just being practical.

His head swam a little at the change in elevation, but it mostly cleared once he was sitting. And he couldn't help but continue to protest. "It's really not that bad. There's no need to get worked up about it."