They're just cookies... they can fall. Hamuko's hands reached out and hovered, ready to catch Dove if he swayed and fell, a little relieved exhale coming from her as she watched the way his expression evolved from the precipice of epiphany into a blinding headache.

Actualization. This had to be what people meant.

"Are you okay? I can find you a seat, Dove," she gently assured, still there and ready to lend a hand.