Aeotha grimaced when Skandra used the man's face for leverage, she watched him climb up and followed suit. Though the man was dead, Aeotha felt awkward trying to use him as leverage. She steeled herself for it, putting her staff back in it's leather strap, then quickly used him as a launching point. She jumped off him and caught the door frame in her fingers. For a second she struggled, but then got a good hold. Aeotha pulled herself up then got her elbows up onto the door frame then pushed up. Finally she was rolling onto the ground beside him. She tugged on the cloth that was wrapping her hand and pulled it away, her hand was aching horribly now. But she couldn't dawdle there. She wrapped her hand tighter as she stood with his aid.
They were both covered in blood, she realized now peering down at herself. There was nothing to be done for either of them. It would dry. They looked like hell. Aeotha nodded toward the rope.
She didn't like the idea of doing more climbing, she was not as physically fit.. or built for such work. Skandra, at least, seemed a might breathless, but she felt as though she'd ran for hours already. She took a deep breath. She could do this. They had to stop Gershul. Aeotha pressed after him.
"I'm beginning to hate ropes." Aeotha said quietly.