[ James is not entirely sure what happened. One moment he's impatiently wading through a sea of sheep, the next he's rudely toppled backwards (over one of the damn sheep, no less) with the sudden addition of a bright eyed young woman in his arms. ]
Oof!
[ The offending sheep moves on, while another takes a hopeful nibble at his hat, which has rolled into a sunny clump of goldenrod. On his end things are a little less flowery- her unexpected weight is causing the filigreed pommel of his sabre to dig quite painfully in his side. ]
My sincerest apologies, Miss. [ It's with a certain care that he works to stand, averting a potentially embarrassing false start when he steps off the hem of her dress, cupping her elbows to help her up in turn. ]
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Oof!
[ The offending sheep moves on, while another takes a hopeful nibble at his hat, which has rolled into a sunny clump of goldenrod. On his end things are a little less flowery- her unexpected weight is causing the filigreed pommel of his sabre to dig quite painfully in his side. ]
My sincerest apologies, Miss. [ It's with a certain care that he works to stand, averting a potentially embarrassing false start when he steps off the hem of her dress, cupping her elbows to help her up in turn. ]
Are you injured?