( It is as if the gracious sky sends down its punishment for the young man's arrogance, and his footing loosens — enough so that Caladan reaches, extending a hand, snagging it on the boy's shoulder. There. For balance, until he recaptures his balance.

And softened, after: )

More of life is chance, than merit. Few are those who deserve what they have. ( Their health, their gold, their fortune. And yet they flaunt such things with formidable impunity. ) You're in the way, my friend. If you swoon.

( Kindly rescue composure, or see yourself in the cabin. )