[Someone crueller might laugh at the spectacle Hayame makes, bare-assed and bewildered, sprawled on Liem’s floor. Liem stoically keeps even the barest hint of a smile from making it to his expression, squashing down the fluttering traces of his amusement to present only gentle, steady practicality.]

Your shape looks completely normal, [he assures her. Admittedly he’s trying not to look too much at her lower half, but he couldn’t really avoid seeing it when she’d taken a spill on his floor right in front of him. Everything down there does indeed seem to be in order.]

Here, hold onto me.

[Liem puts one arm around her, offering the other, palm up, for her to hold so he can help her back to her feet. She does not have the look of a woman who is likely to stand up by herself without falling over and/or flashing him again.]

I think you just need to get used to balancing with a human-shaped body. There’s less of you below the waist now, so you’re going to be more top-heavy. Don’t be afraid to hold onto things while you’re figuring it out.