They took Griff’s analysis of the situation rather well, or so he figured. There was no rebuttal, no fruitless hashed out retaliation; just a general acceptance which Griff appreciated.
He smiled at the redhead said that she’d rather be shot than stabbed and idly wondered what made her think that. Griff would take a knife wound any day. Most people didn’t know how to wield a blade properly and there was no painful digging around to get the bullet out afterwards. But each to their own.
He let the woman crouch down and hook him under the arms, only a little skeptical about what she could actually do considering her size. It was the only real thought that crossed his mind, his body far too gone with pain to think anything macho along the lines of not needing the help. Griff was, after all, remarkably a realist. He knew there was no way of him standing up on his own and he only hoped that he didn’t inversely end up squashing the woman or causing her harm.
“Thank you,” he grit out between his teeth as she proved well versed in her actions. “I won’t hurt you,” Griff added at the same time as the woman spoke. Of a child. Griff had never been a family man and the idea of a child didn’t sway his intentions in any way; he hadn’t been out to hurt anyone and, if anything, the mention of a child simply reaffirmed that he’d done the right thing in choosing to put his trust in these people.
As soon as they were up, Grimes was up with them. The dog circled them once and Griff liked to view it as nonthreatening, especially when the dog set off, nose to the ground and leading the way across what remained of the exploded cars and raiders. He let the woman guide him towards the truck, acutely aware that each step caused more pain than the last and when they finally reached the vehicle, Griff found himself sighing in relief. He didn’t argue his placement in the back and simply helped his guide in getting himself sitting and swinging his legs up into the van. Grimes jumped up beside him and took position at his left side, his paws scratching at the floor in a sign to hurry up, close the damn door and to be on their way.
"Thank you," was all Griff could manage to say before he slumped against the side of the van, his head leaning back for the support.