"Woah there," a strong grip was suddenly pulling him back, keeping a steady grip on his in case he collapsed. "You looked like you were 'bout to tumble right over, Sir," a concerned voice pressed, with a faint Irish accent. The body it belonged to scarcely looked strong enough to hold himself up, let alone produce that strong, reassuring grip, but his eyes had a certain fire to them as he tried to catch his gaze. "Are you all right, Sir?"