"Thanks," she takes the clothes and tries to get up but fails. "I guess not," she tucks the clothes under her head. "I promise I'll wash this before I give it back."
"Thank you, love. Ignore my screams of frustration. I'll just try not to pass out," Ivy closes the door and indeed started uttering the promised screams. When she finishes changing. "Please help me! I'm changed and on the floor!"
"Thank you. I hate to ask this of you, but could you carry me? I can't feel my legs and I don't think that's a good thing," Ivy wraps her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers, for stabilization.