[Stubborn doesn't even begin to cover it. Once he's up, he'll wipe his sword across his clothes to clear it of blood and then slide it into his scabbard. He's unsteady on his feet, but trying to appear otherwise.]

If one of you would just lend an arm or a shoulder to hold onto... I'm sure I can make it.

[He smiles faintly.]

It isn't a far walk and you two have helped me a great deal.