Kay's little tufted tail wags as Jon loses his fight against alcohol. Whether or not it was tainted in some way- the faun wasn't quite sure, and wouldn't be surprised either way- if he stayed down here he'd be prey in a literal and figurative sense, so getting him up into a room was... downright charitable, really, when you thought about it. "Good human, knowing your limits," she says approvingly- and hoists up Jon's legs, pulling them up and helping Jon off the ground entirely. And, just because she can't ENTIRELY help herself, giving the drunkard a friendly groping squeeze while she does. "You've got the front-end," Kay half-sings, beaming with not-entirely-malicious eagerness.