Funny thing about criticizing the youthful disregard for their own health and safety is that being an immortal being tends to cause the same lack of sense sometimes. Not that he's prone to risking inconvenient dis-corporation, but well... Ice is slippery. But when miracles don't exist, sometimes one must take matters into their own hands. So with more haste than is wise on the icy pathway, he hurries forward and reaches out to catch her with a steadying strength that is slightly too sure for your typical human.

He gives her a hopefully pleasant, unassuming, totally human and not awkward smile.

"Goodness!" He rights her with a pat on the back and picks up his coat from where he'd dropped it. After a quick shake off, he draped it over her shoulders. "What is so important you're out here at this hour?"