[He's...not sure how to feel about Jezebel's assent, honestly. He's caught between wanting to help and shame at his own outburst, but he knows he has to somehow make it up to him. And even if it's not enough...

Ianchus moves forward, putting an arm out, offering it for Jezebel to hang on, if he needs. Honestly, with how he'd yelled in his face he would understand if he didn't.]

You'll have to lead me.