It was probably fortunate someone was out in the garden, just in case he’d passed out or broken both legs in the fall, Elias considered briefly. He hadn’t actually lifted his head far enough to look down and see that all his limbs were still intact, but he was fairly certain if he’d fractured anything he would have felt it at once.

So instead he looked at the woman kneeling by him, dirt smeared across her cheeks, and tried to pay attention to what she was saying. “I’m well-practised in the art of falling,” Elias managed brightly enough, although his hand did go to the back of his head experimentally, hoping the dizziness would fade. “Though I might’ve,” he admitted, wincing a little as he pulled himself up to a more sitting state. “Is it still on straight?”

He grinned at her as if to say I’m honestly fine, thank you - and obviously he was well enough to joke - although the soreness at the back of his head where he’d just touched it was much less discomforting than the twinge somewhere between the back of his shoulder and his neck that was making actually moving sound quite undesirable. Pulled something, probably, but that was not worth mentioning. So as he kneaded it tentatively, he glanced down at the leafy patch around them instead. “But maybe I should invest in some pumpkin plants of my own,” he added. “I think I’ve gotten off lightly this time.”

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