Despite feeling dazed, he is acutely aware of the movement of the giant he lies beside. The shaking of the ground all around him would tell him if he could not see the way the space around him widens with the lean away from his position.
Caution would have him lay motionless longer, but this reaction from the mouse has him pushing his way to sit partially upright. The lack of sharp pangs at least is reassuring his bones are intact and aligned. His attention is not on himself, but the giant dormouse he disturbed. Maybe it has to do with the lingering familial feeling from the Echoes he received earlier, but he can only think to do one thing. He speaks. His voice is gentle, the cadence of his words slow and the tone even. He has been a big brother long enough to know how to be reassuring, and he tries to be for the mouse, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you... I get too curious sometimes. But, everything is okay. I’m going to go back to my friends, and you can go back to sleep. There might be a happy dream waiting for you.”
He aches all over, and the hand he made the grab with is beginning to throb softly at his palm, but he needs to get moving to prove his words if the mouse heard him. Taking up his flashlight as he makes his way to his feet, Benjiro tucks his other hand to his middle to hold. His duffel bag had landed on him in the fall, and goes with him as he walks towards the tunnel he had entered from initially. There is a small hitch in his steps as he begins, but it evens out as he shakes off the passing lightheadedness.
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Caution would have him lay motionless longer, but this reaction from the mouse has him pushing his way to sit partially upright. The lack of sharp pangs at least is reassuring his bones are intact and aligned. His attention is not on himself, but the giant dormouse he disturbed. Maybe it has to do with the lingering familial feeling from the Echoes he received earlier, but he can only think to do one thing. He speaks. His voice is gentle, the cadence of his words slow and the tone even. He has been a big brother long enough to know how to be reassuring, and he tries to be for the mouse, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you... I get too curious sometimes. But, everything is okay. I’m going to go back to my friends, and you can go back to sleep. There might be a happy dream waiting for you.”
He aches all over, and the hand he made the grab with is beginning to throb softly at his palm, but he needs to get moving to prove his words if the mouse heard him. Taking up his flashlight as he makes his way to his feet, Benjiro tucks his other hand to his middle to hold. His duffel bag had landed on him in the fall, and goes with him as he walks towards the tunnel he had entered from initially. There is a small hitch in his steps as he begins, but it evens out as he shakes off the passing lightheadedness.