When Rey reached Ariel, he was out of breath, but more so worried. He stretched both of his hands ready to pick Ariel up to carry her to the infirmary but chose to awkwardly retract his hands behind his back. It wasn't appropriate for him to carry her, especially a lady. When he looked back at Ariel, he realized what he had just done and lend out his hand again.
"Are you alright, Lady Ariel?" still very awkward, he could only ask of her wellbeing. He was rigid in his movements and could only put his utmost best gentleman performance to compensate.
Ariel took his hands helping herself up but almost fell down again from the pain. Rey supported her with his other hand, but once again retracted it. Ariel, without support, fell down once again. Her little face winced in pain, and she glared at Rey.
Rey laughed it off trying to maintain his cool, and once again helped her up.
