Broken Antler Fen Would you rather be a king in hell, or a stooge in heaven?

Pffft oh no! Ukie!!

Reyes came striding from the undergrowth a few seconds later, dragging his heels. In fact, he was limping. During the cleaning process he'd managed to twist an ankle on a root, or some vines, or a toy — it had happened so fast that the specifics didn't matter.
He'd reached for the nearest thing and thrown it in a fit of rage. As he peered around the area to the spots he'd already tidied, he saw the crumpled form of Ukulele and the branching antler toy.

Oh, fuck me, he murmurs as he approaches her body. Damn it. Don't be dead.

That said, Reyes didn't check for a pulse or make any move to touch Ukulele, or to disturb her where she'd been knocked down. He took a deeeeeep breath and sighed in a particularly expressive, frustrated manner, before tipping his chin to call for @Eljay.