The coughing isn't enough to dislodge Connor's grasp, though he does adjust his hold, waiting. His mouth is thin, and he looks impatient.

The coughing stops. Connor looks left, then right, before picking a direction and following it. Ideally they would resume travelling west, but they're still in a mountainous region, and this is physically impossible. Connor's best bet is to find a safe route down and take it carefully. If they fell over another sharp drop, like the last one--

--Connor's jaw tightens, and he can't repress the faint shudder in time. It's--fine. He's just checking automatically that all his biocomponents still function after the fall. There's nothing more to that response.