[This is an instance where Markus will offer him a smile, faint and tired as it is, wound up in relief at seeing Arthur being able to walk properly.]

I’m glad to hear it. You’re lucky, you know.

[As strange as it is to apply the word to this situation as a whole, Markus believes that Arthur was fortunate that it was only his limbs that were in need of replacement. Still, he turns, looking up at a great slope before them, just behind where Arthur had sat.]

We can help each other try to get out of here. I didn’t see a path... the only way is up, and it doesn’t look like it’ll be easy.