"Yes, yes, I'm fine." Shrieky straightens up and dusts himself down, before looking at the recently conquered steps a little ruefully, "I'm still... I haven't descended many flights of stairs before. People have this way of making it look easy, but it just doesn't seem safe to me."

He scootches his feet out of the slip on sandles he's wearing, and bends down to pick them up with one hand. The sand this far up the beach is dry and loose, and he shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet, sinking his toes into the beach a little curiously.