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[ It takes him a second or two to really perceive his surroundings; he's a little disoriented from the fall, but he's pretty sure he hasn't broken anything save his own pride, and he'll probably have a few bruises tomorrow, but it's not the worst injury he's ever sustained. Instead, he's reeling right up until he realizes who it is that's come over to check on him — and then he doesn't exactly shrink away from her, but he does jerk back in surprise as she crouches down next to him.

Oh, kriffing hell, it's her. ]

Uh, no, yeah. I mean, yes. I'm fine. Totally fine. [ She's here and it might be his imagination — had he hit his head after all? — but he's pretty sure she's touching him right now and he swallows hard, glancing from her hand up to her face. ]