Thistle was glad to see him jump to his feet - clearly no worse for wear.  That was definitely the reason she was smiling now, and not because his grin was so damn charming.  She was about to ask how he'd ended up like that (and why there was an uncontained murder plant about) when he took what was possibly the least graceful step she'd ever seen in her life and fell flat in front of her. 

An equally ungraceful laugh flew from her lips and was immediately cut short as both her hands clapped tightly over them.  She froze for a moment, a mixed look of horror and laughter framing her eyes, before she finally sprang to action.  She fell to a crouch beside his head and asked "Are you alright?" with a genuine and appropriate tone of concern.  However when she put her hands on his shoulders as if to help and asked "Can you turn over?" her voice audibly shook with the unbidden laughter she was working so hard to suffocate. 

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