Here is certainly undesirable being at the border of a graveyard they do not have permission to enter and with the air temperature beginning to drop steadily with shadows deepening.

Not one to rely on luck for anything, Benjiro draws in a deeper, shaky inhale and opens his eyes. Movements slow and in stages, he removes the gloves from his hands, turning them inside out with one tucked into the other, and stows the wad into his pocket. The effort to perform the simple task is excessive for something so small, and it indicates how limited his effort to leave will be - meaning they have to get going immediately. To the option of being carried, he hesitates, "I don't think so, but I might be too heavy for you..." Thanks to his recent growth spurt adding more than ten kilograms to his mass.

Rolling prone, he gathers himself one limb at a time to edge his way up onto his hands and knees. The tremor of his muscles makes it difficult, but the soreness is tolerable enough that he keeps his position once there. "Hhnn...I could definitely use a hand up though."