He slipped--still not used to that new center of gravity--and hit the wall somewhat more gently than he otherwise might, thanks to the hands currently clasped around his triceps.

This gentleman was actually tall enough, or Sharra was short enough, that they were talking face to face.

With their chests pressed together.

"Uh--" Ayel managed, bright green. "I think. Not hurt."

This whole thing just kept getting weirder.