[Margaret is trudging back to her house, bundled up from head to toe. Her head has essentially been engulfed in a long wool scarf, while thick winter gloves adorn her hands. In one hand, she carries a bag full of groceries--though, groceries might not be the correct term. It implies fresh food of some sort, and all she has are the dozens of frozen meals she's picked up from the store. She's rounding the block when she sees Jupe eat shit and fall over with barely a protest. She jumps a little, letting out a startled noise, before slowly approaching and peering at him curiously.]
You alright? Need a hand?
[She reaches her free hand out, regardless of how he answers.]
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You alright? Need a hand?
[She reaches her free hand out, regardless of how he answers.]