"That would be lovely, thank you," Amberdrake stands up, sucking in a breath as his sight briefly dims. When it returns, he finds his peripheral vision has essentially gone on strike. "...I think this will be my last safe-house for the night. Which leaves me free to recover, a little, before I try to head home."

And he pauses at the bottom of the stairs, tilting his head a little as he assesses his abilities. He's not terribly confident in making it up there in one shot. "You should go up ahead of me, I think."

Because if he falls and she's behind him, he can't see it ending well. He's quite heavy!