He shifts to put an arm about her shoulders, still bracing against the wall with one hand. "Is your leg alright?" he asks, on hearing the groan.
The leg pressed between his, at some point, will likely lead her to a discovery, but he doesn't say anything, hoping perhaps she's either being polite, or in too much pain to notice. The latter would be both better and worse.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, and brace your self. Lean into me, and take the pressure off." he instructs quietly.
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