Lucky for Barcus the person walking in behind him, who's usual punk attire changes to something much flashier while also being more androgynous and a sleek featureless mask, is more than used to traveling with people smaller than them. Stopping Ashton looks down, blinking first at their own attire change, and quirks a brow at him.

"Need a hand?" They reach down to offer a hand but don't just lift the smaller man. That is the sort of thing that would probably have gotten their arm bit off by a certain crotchety old gnome that they can think of.