"That, I believe, is going to be a given." Mostly he was thankful that Charles didn't press the issue, because he didn't think he had it in him to argue if he had, because it was definitely a matter of humiliation -even if no one saw it- but also the fact that being picked up and dragged off was something that had happened far too often in Hell, and he much preferred having a say in how or when he was moved, even if he was being carried to somewhere he actually wanted to go.

As it was, he accepted the hand up, though almost reached for it with the injured side at first before correcting himself and using the other hand. He did blanch again, briefly, once he was on his feet, but he didn't sway the way he'd done when just sitting up from where he'd first hit the floor, though it was hard to say if that was a good sign or not.

Once he was steady all he had to say was: "Once we're outside we'll keep the river to our left and we'll be going the right direction."