"Sounds good." Carrying Raistlin isn't fun for either of them, and Kerrigan doesn't want to risk triggering another asthma attack with even a leisurely jog. "You said you'd need a hand getting down...?" She lets the sentence trail off into a question. Without an immediate threat, she's not going to sling him around like a bag of laundry. Maybe he just wants her to hold his stick to free up both hands.