"Not ill, but not right," Frankie managed, mind swirling with conflicting thoughts, and not knowing how to express them failed to really convey the feelings well. Especially not for the first time, and in such a public place.
A rapid fire decision making process clicked through Frankie's brain, before they nodded. It was short and decisive. If Molly could take them side-along it would be fine, but there had been a flash of 'this chest does not belong to me' in their mind, which did not bode well for apparition of their own. "Yeah, I should be okay."
They screwed up their courage and reached out the arm not held in front of their chest ready to grab on to whatever arm or the like they were offered.