[Ow is right. Astarion grimaces as they hit the dirt, the whole world feeling like it's been jarred out of place for a few seconds, before he blinks a few times to orient himself again. He's somehow splayed himself on his side, across Sumina's middle-]
I... [He scrunches up his face.] What? You're asking I'm all right?
[He sits up quite suddenly, very awkwardly, hair all tousled, lips pulled back in a sneering frown, fangs glistening. He seeks the ground; seeks her shadow, in case it's still up to no good.]
Your shadow, is it back to normal? How are you feeling?
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I... [He scrunches up his face.] What? You're asking I'm all right?
[He sits up quite suddenly, very awkwardly, hair all tousled, lips pulled back in a sneering frown, fangs glistening. He seeks the ground; seeks her shadow, in case it's still up to no good.]
Your shadow, is it back to normal? How are you feeling?