When Idia tries a second time and falls back down a second time, this time very much against him, Cater isn't sure if he feels like laughing or sighing. "All right, slow your roll there, moneybags."

Steadying him, he hops up on his own feet. Cater's far from one of the more athletic members of the student body, but the bar's pretty low when you're put next to the full-on shut in. With his phone safely back in a pocket, he offers Idia a hand. "I'll help you get back to your room." And thinking that he might immediately panic once again, holds up his other hand in oath. "No detours, no selfies. I swear on the Queen of Hearts herself."