Lex was very careful to think the scenario over before answering. He wasn't keen on being apart from Dicen. Not right now, not while his first few hours out of hypoxia were so formative in his care and adaptation. And then, there was the other question bearing on his mind. The last time Blue had told him to go and talk to Jenessa, it'd been a loaded situation and she'd convinced herself she was mad at him. He supposed he would just have to trust that she wouldn't do it again. "If you're sure," he agreed, crouching just slightly for Dicen to use as support standing up. His legs still trembled and threatened to give out, and Lex found himself supporting most of the Realian's weight in addition to his own. "Okay, Dice, can you try to walk?"<br/><br/>"I can<span style="font-style: italic">try</span>," he emphasized, slowly trying to hold onto Lex less and less for balance. His legs shook violently, but he at the very least managed to stand in one spot mostly of his own volition.<br/><br/>Lex made a noise of approval and waited for Blue to trade him spots, his hand shooting out in the direction that she'd tapped his shoulder from. "He's going to need a lot of help," he warned her. While considerably lightweight overall, especially with the atrophy of his muscles, Dicen didn't seem intimidating to help balance. However, there's nothing more uncomfortably heavy than dead weight.