"I'm fine, Councilor." He shoots Price a look and waves off his concerns both metaphorically and literally. "Don't fuss at me!"

To prove the point, he steadies himself and stands up straight. You see... he can do this on his own, thank you very much. He starts to walk, very deliberately and with just a touch of wobble, but he makes it. It takes more effort than he wanted and he has to pause and brace himself against the doorframe... He gives a dismissive harumph to make his point.

He's been completely self sufficient since... for nearly thirty years now. He doesn't need anyone's help.