Not to worry, it doesn't take him long to sink down, his spine more easily set at a curve. His free hand comes to rest in front of him again, propping him up. But her words have put a somewhat uncertain look back on his pale face, his lips pressed into a line. There's a bit of a problem with that.

"It doesn't feel right," he says, his eyes fixed forward. He fidgets a little against her hand; it's easy to tell that there's something else he wants to say. He just isn't sure how to go about saying it.