Shepard does as she's bid, reaching out to let herself be pulled up. Her hands won't stop shaking, more an annoyance than a genuine difficulty; she's angry. It's spite, really, more at herself for the weakness than at anything else. She ought to be able to just shrug it off, the way she always had.

Gripping grimly, she lets him help her back to her feet, conscious of the way that whatever-the-hell-this-was could take her under again without warning. Just for a moment, she breathes like that, deep sigh, looking up at him. Garrus has always been taller than her, but right now she's feeling it.

"It'll be alright," She tells him, firmly, because she's not going to accept anything else, "One step at a time."