[...This is going to take all night at this rate. He scowls, already regretting that he stopped, and offers out both hands.]

Come on, give me your hands. ...Those things. [Belated pointing. HE'S REALLY NOT SURE WHAT ION EVEN KNOWS AT THIS POINT.] If you can't walk I'll just take you there, or... call someone. Whatever.

[He could probably carry Ion home, but... hrngh. He really doesn't want to.]