Strong hands took his arms and guided him forward.
A hand guided my foot to the step and I froze.
His hand guided me toward the steps that led down.
Her hands guided me down until we were sitting on a surface my touch couldn't identify.
She climbed it, one hand on the wall to guide herself.
Her hands guided his to the points of pressure and stress she required.
But hands came out and guided him, more gently than on the decks above.
It seemed I'd played this game always, or as though another hand guided my own.
Strong hands took hold of hers and guided her to stability, to reality.
Our ships are guarded, and other hands guide them than ours.