The weight of Scales Ch3 p14:

Drake hoists up and readjusts the bath towel around his waist (the fate strings seem sad about that). He asks Iris if she needs a hand looking for clothes.

Iris dismisses his offer and assures him that she can handle the task just as she trips over her own feet. She starts to fall forward but hops and flails her arms to try and recover... Only to slam back-first into the laundry closet.

She claims to be okay and makes her way to the hallway.

Drake cringes. He could clearly tell the words were hollow. She was not exactly alright. He ponders if he should have insisted on helping her.

(( Hello my dearest readers! I hope the week has been treating you well. I had to burn the midnight oil to get this one done thanks to my new job sucking away all my energy. But at least it's out on time, right? Anywhoo, poor Iris is doing her best in such a strange situation. Her bubbliness seems to be wearing off. Meanwhile, Drake is at a loss for proper etiquette. Never fear, the cringe will continue until morale improves~ >;3 ))