Cehd'ra has to smile ruefully at He Ming's offered hand. He shakes his head no and sets to getting up on his own...just as much a struggle but he doesn't want to risk pulling He Ming down by accident and cause further injury. That's the rational reason at least, the irrational is still tangled up in guilt. It takes him a few moments, getting his hands underneath him and then his knees before the feet can follow, tender tail twitching out behind him to help balance.

"Ngh, s'fine," he insists, reaching much the same pose bracing himself against the wall. "It's fine...it'll be better after."

After a bath which, He Ming is right, they both probably won't fit in. Well, the could, but not without either curling up uncomfortably or one lying on top of the other...also uncomfortably. Yesterday the idea of sharing a bath with He Ming would have been an enticing one, as things are now Cehd'ra isn't sure when he'll be in the mood for sex again.

"You can have the first," he insists before He Ming can suggest otherwise, finally taking the other's hand and easing it over his shoulder. They can hobble the rest of the way together.