Heather grunted softly when she used his aid to stand back up. She hiked up one of the legs of her pants to check her knee. When she was satisfied that there wasn't more than a bruise marking where she'd landed she pulled it back down. "Gramma gets upset when I mess up my pants with blood. She says 'cause its good pants gone to ruin." She dusted off her hands on her thighs before she looked up at him.