[And it takes him a few seconds to really get what just happened. At least he's able to find his footing again, more steady than she is, given he has two solid feet on the ground with shoes that haven't gone AWOL on him for the hell of it. His hand smarts, but it's better than getting hit in the face with the damn thing. And now that he can actually get a good look on the geta in his hand, he can see that one of the string's've snapped clear off.
He wonders how the hell she even managed to do it. Strings don't just snap like that for no damn reason.]
I'm fine.
[Surprisingly. He had fully expected to take a geta to the face, given his recent history with them. He doesn't let go of her arm, can feel that her balance is still off by the weight he feels on his own, but loosens his grip.]
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He wonders how the hell she even managed to do it. Strings don't just snap like that for no damn reason.]
I'm fine.
[Surprisingly. He had fully expected to take a geta to the face, given his recent history with them. He doesn't let go of her arm, can feel that her balance is still off by the weight he feels on his own, but loosens his grip.]
Your ankle okay?