He smiles a little in return, fully prepared for what was to happen next.

Of course, Yvaine's leg hadn't healed yet (though it was, he noticed earlier, getting better day by day), so walking about is still a bit of a labouring process. Putting an arm around her waist as support, Tristran carefully guides her down the steps. The silver chain linking them together glimmers and shines upon each movement, swaying a bit.

"Don't worry," he assures her, "I'm here to help you."