[Fortunately Xiao is not alone on the ice, and more fortunately than that, he is spiraling toward an adept skater. Childe responds in quick time, arms coming out to protect against the collision—but not to push away. Instead, his hands cup underneath the other's elbows to link their bodies together in union, absorbing the momentum and swinging them around in an effortless glide across the ice. He takes control of steering, skating backwards with both hands grasped onto the stranger firmly. If the other stumbles or slips, he grips harder, using the strength of his upper body to keep them upright.]

Whoa, careful there! [A sheepish, yet amused smile brightens Childe's face.] That was a close call. You really surprised me, coming out of nowhere like that. Lucky I was paying attention to my surroundings, hm?

[Ferrying the slighter young man toward the outer side of the rink, where a few other skaters appear to have lingered for practice, Childe slows, aligning them with a brass rail.]

You may wish to put down that wooden pole first before you give it a try on your own. I can tell that holding it is only upsetting your balance, it's no wonder you lost control.