[Looking over at the cough and the motion, Grell squints. Is he offering a hand? Or more importantly, is he handsome? Without her glasses, she can't tell and for a moment, the death god stares.]
My glasses. Red frames. I believe they fell off. If you could help? I'm no good without them.
[ action ] hooray! they can be stabby buddies
My glasses. Red frames. I believe they fell off. If you could help? I'm no good without them.