[He's stunned for a solid ten seconds, but then he regains his senses and begins flailing anew, giving the impression of someone stuck beneath a blanket. Eventually he's able to sit up. He huffs and yanks his hood back, and then he looks up... and keeps looking up... he's a shorty, okay.]
I-I'm fine! I'm fine! [He's frantically groping the grass for his journal and quill, which unfortunately ended up a few feet away.] Ah, where--
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I-I'm fine! I'm fine! [He's frantically groping the grass for his journal and quill, which unfortunately ended up a few feet away.] Ah, where--