Fix me, I'm in a fragile state

Everything seemed to be happening in slow-motion - the ethereal feeling of this whole experience made him feel like he was dreaming, which was maybe why he wasn't so afraid. He moved as carefully as he could without sight, testing each plank before stepping onto the next. But he fumbled, unsurprisingly, thinking one plank was sturdy when it wasn't. He felt the world give out beneath him, but then someone - his guide, presumably - is there, snatching his skinny body by his scruff and carrying him to solid ground. A sharp ache along his spine tells him somehow in the scuffle he hurt himself, but the pain is minimal enough and easily ignored for now. "You lead the way," he says finally, his voice hard with irritation.