Her problem is, as far as Elera has been able to tell, that she's overcompensating. Whirling what remains of her left arm, and making too wide of gestures with the right. It puts her at a tilt, but when she gets close to the wall, Elera uses her hand to find a grip to steady her. Awkward, but as her bare feet touch the smooth metal, she feels a moment of victory.

It's the little things these days.

"Towards you, I assume." As he'd gotten his feet onto the ground back again with apparent ease. "I've fought would be gods, you know -- you'd think this wouldn't be so difficult," she says with a wry smile, happy to treat her own current predicament with good humor. But his advice seems sound enough, and Elera manages to do as she's directed.

And while she does hit the other wall, it's close enough that the bounce off of that propels her out of abnormality. The landing is hardly graceful -- she tries to catch herself with her left hand and ends up only realizing her mistake a moment too late -- but she at least can get to her feet without trouble.

"Thank you."