[ With her living arm, she stood, slowly, stiffly. ]

Yes, as long as you don't mind taking your time. I had healing recently, but...There's little to do about this curse, I'm afraid.

[ she admitted, and asking for a weakness to be accommodated burned at the very core of who she was. As she straightened, she moved her good hand, to reach out. She still felt weak -- and while her limbs felt like one of those horrible Proceran gelatine monstrosities they served -- she found that she could at least move her feet with little difficult. ]

I appreciate the assistance. [ A pause, and she looked him over -- clinical. ] Though, I suppose, if we're all in the same position, it's better to work together, isn't it? Far better than stumbling blindly in here.