Monsters aren’t born, they are made.
Haymitch let her get up first and then got to his feet as well. The whole new ordeal had taken his toll on his body and he felt how exhausted his body was. Not to add to her fears about him, he decided to be honest. "Eff, I'll need your support upstairs. You can do it? Or just give me the damn walking stick..." Haymitch felt so bad for needing her in this moment, when she was the one who needed more help in his eyes.