Firefly Glen Light the Shadows

She definitely had slipped, right into this poor boy's side. And the funny thing was, she probably wouldn't have slipped if she hadn't tried to stop so abruptly. So really, this was all her fault. Poor guy. She didn't blame him for taking a few steps back. 

"Yeah, ya know, I'm fine," she said, standing up straighter and offering him a sheepish smile. If she were human, she would have been scratching the back of her neck and hunching her shoulders. "I had a cushion to break my fall. Not saying you're squishy or anything!" Uh-oh. She was definitely making it worse. "Just, y'know, it could've been worse."

Clearing her throat, she shifted her forepaw, watching it slide in the mud before moonstone eyes flicked back up to the boy she'd tackled. "Are you okay, though? I mean, I'm not exactly light." Oh shit. Had she even apologized for running into him in the first place? "I'm sorry I, uh, ran into you like that. I was chasing the fireflies and... uh... yeah." A light laugh punctuated the last bit of her sentence - she was feeling just as awkward as he was.