He lets go, and luckily she's already got her feet basically under her. That, all that, at least--that's good. He's not going to yank her by the arm all the way to the sickbay. The way he tries to reason it out, some of the irritation gone from his voice, is nice, too. It all still feels a little far away, but none of it is unpleasant at the moment.

"I'm okay," she assures him, but there's a little more uncertainty now. The more they talk about it, the weirder she starts to feel. "Guess my mind's just not on my work--but I'll do better. I promise."