[If this ball had been a bird it'd have pecked it's way free. As it is, she barely has a grip on it after completing that fall with a shout. Yvaine feels her legs with her other hand, and sighs. No sprain at least.] I'm all right.
[For a second she had thought of Tristan and was ready to be snappish. But this fall had been her doing, for convincing Shining Armor to do it.] Are you?