[ Oh, that looked painful — Abbacchio winces in sympathy as he watches Gale slip on the ice and fall firmly on his back. Hopefully Abbacchio won't live to regret it by sliding on the ice himself, but he cautiously begins to make his way over towards that treacherous patch of ice. Seems only fair that he help the man out, one good turn deserves another, and all that. Or something. ]
Well, I'm not entirely sure if it's possible to be dignified on ice unless you're on skates.
[ Not that he'd know anything about that, anyway. He's barely even seen snow. He'll eventually appear above Gale, glancing down at him. A little wobbly, but still upright for the time being, and hoping to keep it that way as he offers his hand to Gale. ]
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Well, I'm not entirely sure if it's possible to be dignified on ice unless you're on skates.
[ Not that he'd know anything about that, anyway. He's barely even seen snow. He'll eventually appear above Gale, glancing down at him. A little wobbly, but still upright for the time being, and hoping to keep it that way as he offers his hand to Gale. ]
… Are you alright?