"It's okay," Yona says easily, shaking her head a little. It may be a bit more excitement than she expected from her day, but that's half the fun of Darrow: never knowing what's going to happen. She's a little worried about the state he's in, and about the cause of it, but if he says he's fine, all she can really do is take him at his word. That, and offer what little assistance she can still give. There's some straightening up to be done around here, but she can take care of that later, not particularly bothered by it now. Granted, she's not exactly the best judge of that, but even so, it's nothing that can't wait a few minutes.

Certain matters still seem more pressing. Quickly, she gets to her feet so she can hold an arm out to help steady him, trusting herself a little more than the shelf. "I know Candlewood. I used to live there," she explains. "I could walk you back? This place will be fine for a few minutes."