[ He'd expected this to hurt a lot worse, really. Instead all he ends up with is the wind getting knocked out of him, making it hard to breathe for a second. He stays laying down even after Anna scrambles off of him, before giving a small groan as he manages to get control of his lungs again.
His back should be broken. His neck, too, come to think of it. He's pretty sure he's far more in tact that any person who just fell onto rock hard Earth from over forty feet ought to be. But as he opens his eyes, looks at Anna, feels the skin of her hands on his face, he manages a small smile.
Reaching up to put one of his hands over hers, he manages a raspy. ]
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His back should be broken. His neck, too, come to think of it. He's pretty sure he's far more in tact that any person who just fell onto rock hard Earth from over forty feet ought to be. But as he opens his eyes, looks at Anna, feels the skin of her hands on his face, he manages a small smile.
Reaching up to put one of his hands over hers, he manages a raspy. ]
Just like a pillow.