[He says a bit dryly, but definitely not about to quit while Sorey's at it, even as he shoves down whatever inward concern bubbles up every time he stumbles. Sorey's fine. And anyway... Mikleo's got himself to worry about first.]
I think I- [He has a moment of flailing back almost all the way until he makes it upright again and - finally, on the ice. HUFF HUFF.] There.