[ He grunts to acknowledge the question, mulling over the hastily memorized floorplans in his head as Alec helps him get to his feet, stepping in to take his weight. He’s not sure if it’s time or the little snippets of rest, but the ache of his injuries is a little less sharp, a little less grating. Not gone, but the bite has been curbed. Gives him a chance to further clear his head.

Unconsciously, he leans into Alec, letting out a quiet breath. ]

Lots of windows. Couple balconies. [ A little wryly, though drowsily, and definitely not the best of ideas, climbing down the side of the house, given the state of him. Still options. ]

Patio. Attached to the master bedroom. [ A quick twitch of his head toward the back of the house. ] Stairs to the garden.

Room might be locked.