"Azwel." Such a firm voice calls to him, but when he looks up she's as soft and supportive as ever. She squeezes his hand again and tugs it. "Let's get you to a bed. You can't help people unless you're properly rested."

Still holding his hand tightly, she stands and pulls him with her. Although there's no way she's getting him to his feet by herself. If she does manage to, however, she'll throw the blanket over his shoulders with a hop. Runa is short enough to make simple things difficult, but that's not going to stop her.