[brb, swooning at the art...]
To her immense surprise, she didn't hit the ground. He caught her. Staring up at him with wide eyes, she thought vaguely that four hands might be useful in certain situation. Like this one.
She sort of wanted to push him away, say that she didn't need her slaver's help, thank you very much. But she knew she did, and she'd never been a very prideful creature anyway. "Okay," she mumbled as he let go of her waist, dropping her eyes down to her feet.
Taking a shaky breath, she tried straightening her legs again. With him supporting her weight, they managed not to buckle, though she still swayed a bit, unused to this orientation of her body. For one thing, she was shorter than she thought she should be- she had to tilt her head back quite a bit to look at Hydra's face.
In this form her hair brushed against the backs of her knees, and the tilt of her head made it swish ticklishly across her skin. She jumped at the sensation and grabbed at his arms without thinking, taking an instinctive step forward to get away from it.
"Oh!" Shocked but pleased at the tiny step- at least it was something- a small smile spread across her face. At least until she realized that with how close they were standing together, even that small step had brought her almost flush against his chest.