He had to fight to catch his breath, coughing until he could fill his lungs again - but then he was nodding, lifting his hand in a wave. He was fine, or would be as soon as he could breathe again. That was always the worst part of an unexpected fall. If he'd had the time, he could've rolled, caught himself, been prepared for the outcome. As it was, he was almost sure he'd hit a tree before landing on the ground. The fact that he felt no bruise was strange, but he would address that later.

"Your wound," he managed eventually. "How do you fare? I can bind it for you."