Don't tense up, don't tense up, Toria reminded herself. At first she thought the shove would lead to freedom, but when the floor didn't appear as quickly as she expected she realized where she was. Tensing up when falling was one way people got more seriously injured when being thrown from their horses. Of course, that didn't stop her from screaming for a second as she realized where she was falling.
The very limited amount of fighting skill she'd learned from the Lannister Man-at-arms as a child had more been a means of learning to deal with boys her own age who liked to tease her by pulling her hair, or taking her dolls. But his advice had been the same as the stable master's when it came to falling, plus one thing.
Don't tense up, and roll with the fall.
She tucked her chin down and curled her body over as she went down the stairs. Every point that hit the long flight of stone steps hurt, but pain was better than death, and the pain was a reminder that she was still alive. The stairs seemed to go on for an eternity.
It was only as the flight of stairs curled to the side that she was thrown off. Her head hit the wall with a loud 'clunk' noise, and the remainder of her fall was considerably less graceful as it was made while completely unconscious.