"It's alright," he immediately and instinctively soothed, though still without looking directly at her. The shrub was pointed and jabbing him uncomfortably as he slowly struggled to regain his balance. There was no way he could continue his afternoon here after this, no way he'd be able to push through the pain for hours yet. Still, once righted he managed to look at her and offered a half smile. "The turns here are rather sharp and the shrubbery — he turned to mock-glare at the pointed stabbing thing — don't help much."

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