He doesn't like this image of her kneeling, much less in front of him. It seems wrong somehow, so he gets back on the disgusting floor, and looks on her at eye level. Bloody and disgusting and exhausted, they make quite a pair.

Careful, cautious, not wanting to hurt her, he reaches out to touch her shoulder. "Everybody does, now days." He takes her hand, tries to help her up. They're going to get through this.