Grunting at the reminder, Raylan let Tim pull back and uncoil, taking the chance to glance at the soles of his feet with a sigh. They had clotted over the night and he knew that there were bits of sand in there that needed cleaned out, but he was too tired to be worried about it right now. If he could get to a place where he could lay out or at least sit back comfortably, that was the place to start.

"I might havta," he admitted with another rough sigh as he went to brush his own face, only to hiss at the raw feeling of everything against his fingertips. Tim's back was not the bumpy scars and scratch of his goatee.

"Use my shoulder to help leverage you up if you need to. Still sure nothin's broken?"