The only thing Dave feel more than aching is adrenaline at this point in time. He's sore all over from his fight and from all the tumbles and trips he's taken trying to navigate this thing, but if he can get Clara and Clem over the last leg it might not be a total waste of a day. He almost wants to tell Clara to stop when he sees her climbing further down. Shits dangerous, but it might be a good idea to get her a little closer to Clem.

All the while he's glancing around for threats, making sure some asshole isn't coming up behind to try attack his posse. For the moment, despite how fucking cold and rickety this is, it seems like the easy part.

"We are mutually displeased with the service, madam." He calls out through the wind, trying to look as calm as can be as he maneuvers his way upward. He's a fast climber, generally, so the fact that he's lagging behind for a reason might be obvious. "Don't worry, we got this. We're both part monkey." He follows up, wanting to ease her concerns as best he can.