Jude hovers without broadcasting it, arms dropped to his sides. If the guy falls, he'll step up to help, but if he wants to get up on his own, Jude can understand that. Months in, it's still hard to ask for help.

The tone is a little odd, but everyone reacts to frozen water a little differently. "It's not really as simple as all that, but alright." Shrugging, he looks back into the trees, then turns and looks down a path. Something in that tone has him biting his lip once, rolled in, rolled out, a puff of steam into the air. "This way," he decides, leading the man through the backwoods, around the Town Hall to his own house.