Snippet #2313597

Most of the time, Lana would have been watching, totally prepared for his tumble, but she'd been acting a bit to hectic at the time so when Valdimar came falling at her she was more than startled. Luckily her instincts didn't tell her to cringe away, she instead stretched out her arms catching Valdimar without much distress. She'd grown up riding the public transit so she had the whole bracing herself thing down.
"I don't really have much to do here right now, do you want me to walk you to the first-aid station or the Shack? If you fall and hit your head on something it'll be less than pleasant." Lana frowned seeing that Valdimar didn't make it away from his crash totally clean, she wondered if he possibly had a minor concussion, but she threw that idea out before she could make any other hypochondric guesses as to why he'd fallen. Odds are, if anyone had just scraped with death they'd be a little disoriented. Lana assured herself that this was nothing to worry about.