He keeps a careful hand on her back as she stands up, following her, ending up towering above her once more. He swallows hard, nodding. They're both still covered in mud, but once he's sure she's fine, he takes a step back, hand going back to his gun to make sure it's still in working order.

"If you're sure," he replies with a slightly crooked smile, only now realizing that, despite the mud and her hair soaked through the way it is, she's pretty, with a lovely smile, and his usual awkwardness rushes through him. He rolls his shoulders, pushes it off - now is absolutely not the time.

"All right. Let's go," he says, trying his leader voice again. He keeps an eye on her, starting to walk back towards the rest of their group.