The frail leading the frail

She walked out the lift first and turned. Her outstretched hand held onto the hand of someone still in the lift. People moved out of the way. He slowly walked out of the lift. One hand holding her’s, the other holding a parcel tight against his chest. He looked around a little apprehensive. She encouraged him to walk with her. She moved a little faster than him. Both seemed about the same age, although she was frail. He relied on her to support and guide him. She was his light.