[He slows with her, of course. Stops with her. Lays his other hand over hers on his arm, this time, alongside the vine that tightens slightly.]
That's okay.
[Not it's okay, even though he thinks it is. It's clear that Riley doesn't feel okay right now. Unstable, walking some tightrope he can't even see. But it's okay, he tells her, that she's never thought of it before. And,] Go slowly. There's no deadline, Riley.
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That's okay.
[Not it's okay, even though he thinks it is. It's clear that Riley doesn't feel okay right now. Unstable, walking some tightrope he can't even see. But it's okay, he tells her, that she's never thought of it before. And,] Go slowly. There's no deadline, Riley.
. . . Do you want to find somewhere to sit?