[ when he reaches to catch her, sanji isn't thinking of anything else but making sure she doesn't fall, that not a scratch of harm is earned by this unknown woman in the dark. yet even with the lack of an ulterior motive, there's still some minor depth of content satisfaction in the protective wrap around her, in being able to fulfill his own usefulness in the form of heroics. his sigh of relief is an honest one, when he feels her in the safety of his arms rather than the ground, a purpose achieved in keeping her from arm.

as he feels the slight movement of her withdrawal, he loosens his own arms at her back once he can sense her feet seem to be secure on solid ground, though his hands still graze light against her shoulders, simply to hover until he has full certainty that she can stand without trouble.

the dark remains, details unable to be made of her face, but as his eyes begin to adjust, he can just barely start to make the visual outline of her, about half a foot shorter than himself, hair falling straight over her shoulders where he can feel the strands brushing over his knuckles. ]

Yeah? That's good. Glad you aren't hurt. [ there's a genuine softness in his voice and if she isn't able to see his smile with the lack of light, it's certainly in his voice. ] Don't know what the hell happened to the lights, but — well, it's pretty dangerous now, walking on these stairs. Need some help getting to your room or something?