"It's quite all right," Madoc said, putting out a hand to gently steady the woman. He'd nearly gone for her purse instead. Fortunately, he recognized her from the White Horse Inn in time to divert his hand to a safer course, settling on her arm. He wasn't about to steal from someone he saw often enough to recognize - and be recognized by.
Madoc flashed her a smile. "Seems I'm not the only one needing shoes so early in the day. You're staying at the White Horse, aren't you?"