Well, they go out enough that she's watched him hipcheck plenty of tables and chairs. Besides, Jason has never really exuded an aura of grace, even when he's not stumbling along and tripping on things.

"Okay. If it hurts, let me knoe, I can fill the tub instead." She walks away slowly, gives him the opportunity to stop her if he needs her, but heads to the bathroom to turn on the shower and light candles around the room. She finds his pajamas and places them with the towels, his slippers on the floor for easy access.

"Ready," she announces, going back to him.