[He's set down, onto his feet, and appreciative for the way he's allowed to lean his weight slightly into the bracing touch of the other, because balance is an oddly foreign thing to Connor now.

One step, two. He manages, though, to break himself away, standing on his own.]

I think I'm all right now, I think-

[He feels the fear of what had happened slowly draining away, leaving him feeling oddly hollow.]

I think I can make it back from here. There's others like out there. Who might require similar assistance.