[ why are cats so sassy? he's done with cats. he's chanced one too many off the freeway (read: one) and now he's officially Not A Cat Person anymore. but cats aside, juno looks up at the hand offered to him and braces himself just a bit to take on most of his weight regardless. ]

Think I can manage that. Last thing I wanna do is take you down with me. View's not so great down here. Lots of sand. And sand.

[ he grabs her hand, and the grip isn't all that firm, maybe because he doesn't want to get too much blood or ash or her, or maybe because he's a stubborn ass trying to get to his feet himself. he probably would drag them both down if he tried to put all of his weight into the helping hand. still, juno appreciates it as he gets himself standing, shedding sand from his coat. it hurts, but somewhere along the line, juno can catalogue a hurt that's been worse, so he muscles through it, though not with a smile, more of a wince.

still, he's up. an improvement. he's leaning a little, but only as much as he dares. just enough to keep the world from completely spinning off its axis and sending him tumbling to the ground again. ]

I like my scotch without sand in it anyways. So no loss. [ half a beat. ] Thanks.