Amberdrake had pulled Cassian into his shoulder while he worked, and he offered his hand for grasping as the priest woke up. The other... well, its arm was around Cassian's shoulders, bracing. Drake was not touch-adverse, and he also wasn't scared of Cassian despite what the guy apparently had riding piggy-back inside him.

"Easy, now," Drake murmured, "it's passed."

For now.