[His arms feel limp from the effort of clinging so fiercely, and when he lets go of her harness he simply slides off her withers in the way that birdshit dribbles down a statue. His legs too are weaker than he remembers: he doesn't stop there, instead crumpling to the ground with the force of her "aid" and flattening himself onto his back with his arms forming a sad little tent over his face.]
Oww...
[He hurts all over. In his wild sprinting he had torn open the giant scab that had taken over the side of his thigh, and the rough ride slung over Hayame had banged up his hips and groin. His dignity is in pieces. He wipes his clean sleeve over his mouth and with a hard grimace rolls onto his side to spit, trying to purge the vile taste from his mouth.]
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Oww...
[He hurts all over. In his wild sprinting he had torn open the giant scab that had taken over the side of his thigh, and the rough ride slung over Hayame had banged up his hips and groin. His dignity is in pieces. He wipes his clean sleeve over his mouth and with a hard grimace rolls onto his side to spit, trying to purge the vile taste from his mouth.]