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She was working on getting her lungs into working order again. Getting the wind knocked out of her was quite a surprise and so she was trying to recover normal breathing. Soon, her body relaxed and it was much easier to breathe.
Trina looked up at the boy who was still holding her. "Oh well... it happens," she said with her best attempt at a shrug. "I think we'll both just have to look out better next time," she said, wincing as she tried to move some of her limbs. She was going to be sore from that fall tomorrow- and probably very bruised.
"Umm... I don't think so," she said, but she would have a better idea once she could move things either, or put weight on her legs. If there was pain, she might need his help still. She tried wiggling her toes and winced as she heard her shoes squish. She had forgotten about landing in the swamp. "Well, this stinks," she said, not able to see her feet. At least she was good at cleaning spells.
She nodded at his proposition. "Sounds good to me," she told him. She gently touched the ground, preparing for the worst. However, there was only a soft throb of pain. She would have bruises, but it didn't feel like anything was broken. She was so focused on the function of her body that she didn't notice the boy's blush... at first. Looking up, she cocked her head in confusion. "Everything alright?" she asked.
Parke was impressed. And that not a common occurrence when it came to him. He'd braced himself for a bit of a screaming at, especially after that last incident... But no. This young woman was clearly quite dignified.
He watched anxiously as her feet touched the ground. Her shoes were worse off than his. If only he was good at household type charms. She seemed alright.
Huh? Oh.
"Yes, just a bit concerned about you", he mumbled. It was true. He did want to make sure she was alright. He was NOT, however, telling her that he was embarrassed about - well, you know. Which reminded him. He was still... He quickly pulled his arm from around her, staring at his manicured hands. They were looking a bit worn, actually...
He shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to the present situation. " I can buy you some new shoes", he offered. It was his fault they were ruined anyway.
"I'm..." He bit his lip, making a decision.
"Parke. With an 'e'. Parke Ives." If anyone could call him by his first name, she could. He'd thrown her into a swamp, after all. Now what exactly a swamp was doing in the castle was another matter entirely.