[Sorey would be lying if he said he wasn't glad for Dezel hanging on; his knees keep beneath him this time but he feels unsteady and weak, like he's been fighting for hours without a single scrap of food. It's reassuring, at least; he knows that his strength will come back. He just has to be patient.]

Ahahaha...I think I'm good. [He lets go of one of Dezel's arms to turn and take an unsteady step.] ...yeah, I can walk. Uh, do you mind if I hang off your arm though? Sorry for all the trouble...