Zekke could only watch in mute horror as Nadia tumbled down the stairs. Thankfully though, the stairs were few and even more thankfully, the stairs were carpeted and lightly cushioned.

"Dieu! Are you all right?" He hurried to snag her luggages before they could do anymore damage to her or anyone else.

He wished he could use his wand to dispell the stunned sensation her head surely must have been feeling and he was sorely tempted to shake it out. But no...

"The bathroom that's closest to your bedroom is that way," He traced a pathway with his finger from the stairs to the inner balcony and along the hallway/balcony to the room in the corner.

"But perhaps... you should lay down for a minute before you wash up?" Again, he wished he had his wand and quelled the urge to Scourgify. His green eyes narrowed slightly in concern.

"Wait right here, I'll be back in a moment." With that said, he carefully walked up the stairs with Nadia's luggage and deposited them in the closest bedroom before running along the balcony to the bathroom.

A few moments later, he returned with a small vial, a cool washcloth, and another larger washcloth in hand. "For your head," he said by means of explanation and offered the items to her. "The other washcloth is for your robes."

He gave a crooked grin as he ran a hand through his hair in a somewhat nervous fashion. "I used to fall on the stairs all the time when I was younger and I still sometimes do. Father had to have the stairs specially charmed to have cushioning so I wouldn't keep bruising myself from falling. The angling of the stairs distorts your sense of perception a bit, it seems. I should have mentioned that earlier; I apologize."