Ferdie realizes now that he could just turn and walk in the other direction, and Riley would have no option but to stay in this position and be miserable. Which is, he guesses, kind of the problem. With an extremely burdened sigh, he reaches for his hand and pulls her up. "Fine. But you do have to walk." This is something he'd repeated to at least one freshman last night, so it comes out automatically now. He isn't built for lifting things (or people).