Damien hums, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. There are a lot of things he doesn't like about this place, now that they've been trapped here awhile, and the honeymoon is definitely over, but -- well, as long as he's here, he's not a dead man. As long as he's here, he doesn't have to worry about the fixer that cornered him or Aiden or the fact that one or the other will probably be the death of him. He doesn't have to worry about Blume, even if he does survive all that, and that's still a big point in this place's favor. If only it would give him something to do, then they'd be golden.

Rather than say that, however, he just looks down at her for a moment, after she's held out her hands, and then, "You realize, if I try to help you up, we'll both end up on the ground?" He has the upper body strength, thanks to all the physical therapy he had to go through for his leg, and the looming shadow of eventually needing a wheelchair. That's not the problem. The problem is, his leg may or may not give out, if he tries to brace himself to lift her, and he's going to have to brace himself.