Matthias has turned his attention back to his shoulder, squinting down at it as he weathers the feeling of being able to feel it again. He looks around at Lukas, eyes narrowed at his offered hand--but then with a grunt, shifts so he can take it.

The angle is awkward and he does the scrambly fish-dangling-on-a-line thing for a minute, boots scrabbling at the thin dirt and pebbles and pine needles that are gathered at the top of the rock. The instant he finds his feet, he lets go of Lukas' hand.

"Lead on, then."