The Balladeer tugs him upright, reaching out to steady him with his free hand. "Steady, there. I guess you just get used to it after a while." He can't recall ever being younger or less physically capable than he is now, but that sounds about right. Maybe he'll bring up the subject to Greta. If there's some trick to teaching people to walk, he's sure she'd know.

He's taller than a lot of people he meets, but Wheatley's just about got him matched in the beanpole department. Not too heavy to help keep upright, then; just a lot of arm and leg to look out for. "Got it?" he asks, smiling reassuringly.