[She makes a noise before she's caught, feeling her body not wanting to catch itself. It takes a moment before Sansa's hand is bracing on the other as she turns and is put upright. Her ankle is sore, but at least it isn't broken.
Straightening she looks over at her savior and offers a small bow of her head.]
Thank you-- it seems I have not yet regained my coordination.
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Straightening she looks over at her savior and offers a small bow of her head.]
Thank you-- it seems I have not yet regained my coordination.