Hug.

Yes all right what tactile people these are.

"Don't worry about it too much, okay? We'll figure something out."

"Okay."

"Let's go put your new books on your shelves."

So she scoops up books and goes to do that but trips on the stairs and skids down.

Parents are alarmed! "Are you okay?"

"Ow." She doesn't look particularly injured but has scraped her hand on part of the banister and is leaking something pale and clear.

- parents exchange alarmed glances. "Does that hurt?"

"Kinda."

"Is - that - familiar?"

"...is what familiar?" She looks at the stuff. "I don't remember it..."

" - okay. Let's get you a band-aid."

"Okay."

They fetch that!

Bandaid goes over a mystery substance.

Parents try not to act freaked out about that. "We can get handrails on the stairs."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Balancing is hard."

Hug. "We can look into other things too if you have a hard time with balancing in general - physical therapy - Aitim was going to find a trustworthy doctor -"

Nod.

"Are most doctors not?"

"Most doctors are very trustworthy to follow the rules of responsible doctoring, but those rules include reporting things like if someone might be an alien."

"Oh."

"But we will find a responsible not-overreacting doctor who will figure out what is going on."