The effort he has to pour just into standing up is alarming, and Daine wavers uncertainly between the urge to help and her worry that she'll only hurt him if she tries. When he admits that he needs the assistance, though, she steps forward to take the hand he isn't using to prop himself upright (or as close to 'upright' as he can get).

"It's just down that side corridor, maybe ten yards," she says, gesturing to said corridor's entryway a little ways down the hall. She starts to sling his arm over her shoulders, then hesitates. "I can just carry you, too, if it's easier."