Hey, no-- you don't have anything to apologize for. That's your life, right there.
[Her brow furrows, and although she takes his hand, she stands mostly under her own power, and once she's standing she extricates her hand from his so she can rest it against his elbow, fingers squeezing in reassurance.
She's subtly feeling for the metal arm, but the flesh yields beneath her light touch. Not a sleeper agent, then. Gently,]
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[Her brow furrows, and although she takes his hand, she stands mostly under her own power, and once she's standing she extricates her hand from his so she can rest it against his elbow, fingers squeezing in reassurance.
She's subtly feeling for the metal arm, but the flesh yields beneath her light touch. Not a sleeper agent, then. Gently,]
Do you need a minute?