[ He does raise his eyebrows slightly at the use of his full name, but yeah, sure, he can shake her hand when it's offered to him. Although his brows climb ever so slightly higher when she offers her sharded hand to him, and oh. That's naive at best, a little surge of worry going through him as he lets go. She's exhausted, probably weak, making mistakes like this...

He's glad she called him. She needs a new manservant apparently? Yeah, if it just means chauffering her and looking out for her or something he can do that, easy. ]

Crook of the arm it is. Let me know if you get uncomfortable at any point; we can change it up if you need to.

[ He holds his arm out to her, looking for the easiest possible way to get her perched on it; goes to pick up her bag with his free hand as well. Here he's strong enough that this'll be plenty easy for him; hell, for the whole journey, really. ]

You all set? [ Because if she is, comfortable and warm and safe in his hold, then he can close the door behind her, set off. ] Main hospital, right? Probably about a fifteen or twenty minutes' walk for us, give or take how fucked the roads are.

[ No her age does not matter; the roads are fucked.

A beat, because he's concerned about her it'd make sense to make conversation along the way. ]

What sort of healing do you do?

[ And of course he'd noticed the state of her hand. Whatever it is, it's probably not something he's familiar with, so might as well ask. ]