Cordelia winced as he looked up from where he'd crash-landed on the railing. "Really- I didn't mean to-" She sighed and clutched the notebook tighter, subtly kicking the pen (still on the ground) off the stairs and letting it tumble down the hill. Going more carefully down the stairs this time, she tucked her notebook under her right elbow and offered her left hand for him to take. If he looked closely, he could see that her right hand was likely her dominant hand, but it was flopped over, limp, appearing rather... useless. "Cordelia Whitlock," she said and helped him up if he accepted the offer, "I am sorry about knocking you over."