And normally Arthur can see, so relying on other people does not come naturally, especially not... recently.

But he recognises his situation, and that it's fucking awful, and that he hasn't got a choice. "Yes. Please." He sets the cane back up, and tries to keep pace with the stranger. He sounded shorter than Arthur, at least, which is a feat in and of itself for most men. "I'm, er. Well, I suppose it's obvious I'm not used to this."