'I think,' he replies, his voice faint and raspy but not without a similar sort of amusement, 'that I might be permitted a moment more to collect my wits, all things considered.'
But he is already moving, pushing himself off the ground. He starts to move his left hand -- the shield is gone, its purpose fulfilled -- and cannot stifle the hiss that escapes through his clenched teeth as a sharp burst of pain shoots down to his fingertips and up to his elbow. He keeps his arm as still as he can as he shifts his weight, and gingerly extends his right hand to accept the offer of assistance.
It takes a moment, but he's on his feet. The vertigo has not completely faded, but the ringing in his ears mostly has. And once he is sure that he is not going to topple over again, he bows his head to the Bright Power, in quiet deference.
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Date: 2006-06-19 03:53 am (UTC)'I think,' he replies, his voice faint and raspy but not without a similar sort of amusement, 'that I might be permitted a moment more to collect my wits, all things considered.'
But he is already moving, pushing himself off the ground. He starts to move his left hand -- the shield is gone, its purpose fulfilled -- and cannot stifle the hiss that escapes through his clenched teeth as a sharp burst of pain shoots down to his fingertips and up to his elbow. He keeps his arm as still as he can as he shifts his weight, and gingerly extends his right hand to accept the offer of assistance.
It takes a moment, but he's on his feet. The vertigo has not completely faded, but the ringing in his ears mostly has. And once he is sure that he is not going to topple over again, he bows his head to the Bright Power, in quiet deference.
'My thanks, lord. And my gratitude.'