Iggy had managed to stagger to his feet, one arm held against his chest until he could make sure it wasn't broken, he didn't think it was, he'd broken his arm before and it usually hurt more than that. The wing he'd landed on was hanging wrong, he could feel that much, and it hurt to do anything besides leave it half-folded like it was.
He'd heard the laughter, and then a whole lot of movement, too hard for him to track at the moment with his head still spinning, and then he heard Hope, at least, he thought it was hope, he hadn't heard quite that tone from her before, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to hear it again.