[ Oh—she's fun, in an infectious sort of way. He's smiling fully now, sharing in the humor of the moment as some of the concern melts away—she'll be fine, it looks like, just sore. ]

You are American, right? Many Americans do not know how to skate.

[ He extends both gloved hands for her to grasp, widening his stance and bending slightly at the knees. ]

It is hard at first. [ Not that he really remembers it being so, given how young he was when he first started skating, but he has a general understanding that it's a difficult skill to pick up later in life. ] Here. I will help you. Grab my hands, I can pull you up.