[You see why he's not in much rush to think too hard about it.
His joke's backfired on him a little, so he backsteps.]
Don't worry about me. I mean it. Can't feel a thing.
[There isn't much making him comfortable, from there. And his vantage point's as good as it's going to get. He'd rather be able to see her, but—that's as much as he can ask for. So, moving on—]
Might need your help getting out of here, though. [If the storm slows before he gets his legs back under him. It's likely enough.] Know where you're headed, yet?
[Wyver, Olympia? Got any friends she means to look up? Enough about him, lets talk about you. He's not the most well-connected refugee on the planet, but he's at least able to answer some questions, if she's got them.]
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His joke's backfired on him a little, so he backsteps.]
Don't worry about me. I mean it. Can't feel a thing.
[There isn't much making him comfortable, from there. And his vantage point's as good as it's going to get. He'd rather be able to see her, but—that's as much as he can ask for. So, moving on—]
Might need your help getting out of here, though. [If the storm slows before he gets his legs back under him. It's likely enough.] Know where you're headed, yet?
[Wyver, Olympia? Got any friends she means to look up? Enough about him, lets talk about you. He's not the most well-connected refugee on the planet, but he's at least able to answer some questions, if she's got them.]