[ With that answered, Dimitri doesn't hesitate to follow. He makes the jump, instinctually bracing for the distance shown from this perspective, only to land softly and unharmed in the grass below.

Or, unharmed from the fall itself, as it were.

If the immediate change in flexibility and balance was not enough to indicate the reversal of the magic upon them, then the pain radiating down his palm would serve as an unambiguous sign. He lifts his right hand once again, watches as blood runs down in a steady line from a gash that's opened up in place of his earlier injury. Inappropriate though it may be, in the face of a somewhat gruesome—if not especially severe—wound, his first reaction is one of relief. A mild amount of discomfort is well worth the trade to feel normal once more. And this entire situation could have ended much worse. ]

It appears as though we were fortunate. I shudder to think what may have been the result if either of us had shattered anything more significant.

[ Lucky or not, he can't leave the thin slice untreated. ]

Kurogane, would you happen to carry any bandages or other supplies?

[ If not, he'll make do. It's honestly a wonder his cape has lasted this long. ]