[ side by side, with their braces mirroring each other, jayce accompanies him with hovering proximity. his braced leg always gives the most subtle of tremors when he puts weight on it, squeezing his fingers into fists whenever the pain decides to strain his nerves more than the usual step, but he can keep it up. he takes viktor's cane, but only to hook it onto the curve of his arms as they walk, slowly, together. in case he wanted to walk further and, or, needed it somewhere down the line.

and that's where jayce's eyes seem to gleam. ]

It's an aluminum and steel blend. Lightweight and durable— best of both worlds. [ jayce's dream was to use titanium— but it's way too expensive, even if he were to make it as a mesh of alloys rather than its pure form. it's also worth nothing that jayce has his arm bent, forming a triangle space between it and his hips. ] If you need a grip, I'm right here.