"Sorry, no, I'm fine." He shakes his head again, struggling to pull himself together. He is far from fine, but there's no point in shaking up a fuss over it now. He looks back at Daniel, sort of avoiding the hand still but managing a smile. He should be grateful, he realizes, that Daniel is expending this effort, and taking such care. It's a kind thing to do.

He forgot, too, to introduce himself. In his defense, he hasn't had to do so in many years.

"Bo - uh, Castor," he says. No need for the handle out here, on the mainland, so to speak. "Castor Nubari."

He takes Daniel's hand with greater precision than the motion needs, careful to grip it right, and gives it a quick shake. "Thank you."