Gripping onto Glacius' hand as though it were a lifeline -- and given the precarious terrain, it may as well be -- Carlisle gets back to his feet, nodding.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," he assures, looking down the hill; the drop would not have been life-threatening, but painful regardless. "Just- just wasn't watching my step. Foolish, really. Something I w- would have been chided for at one point in my life, aheh."

He leaves his hand in Glacius' grasp, giving it a squeeze as his eyes land on an alcove below them, one given natural shelter by the rocky terrain curled above it. "That looks like a promising spot, don't you think?"