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Grayday was still reeling, but managed to clear his head enough to throw back his head and call for @Pema. When he looked back down at his daughter, his heart lurched once more, but the frantic rhythm seemed to be slowing. After a few more deep breathes, he as able to force himself to her side, where he acted as a buttress against his daughter's swaying form.

"Don't move too fast," he advised, feeling as though he should tell her to lie back down, but too relieved at her ability to stand to say it out loud. "Take slow, even breaths, and start flexing your limbs one-at-a-time. Once we know what's hurt, we can see about getting your somewhere more comfortable."

He was terrified that something would be broken - something they wouldn't be able to fix. A cousin of his had died in the prime of his life due to a broken rib. He just couldn't get the air in, and after a couple days, he began to bloat and weaken and cough up blood, and once that started, no one had even bothered trying to save him. Ma said that, if someone's coughing blood, you ought to either kill them right off or make them as comfortable as possible - and if it wasn't caused by injury, you'd better stay well away from them.