Anastasia looked at Samsul, realizing he was holding her slightly. She nodded when he asked if she was okay, "I think I just hit my head..." she smiled when he apologized for not catching her, "Don't worry... I fainted... And from the throbbing of my head, quite quickly. You would of had to have superb reflexes to catch me..."

She didn't move to get up, she didn't think her head would let her. Instead she lay there, partially in his arms, "Besides, this is a very different life. If I don't get a few bruises here and there, I'm going to end up getting soft," she reached up and touched the back of her head again before wincing, "Maybe... getting soft isn't a half bad idea... That fall would have hurt a lot less I'm sure."

She moved to get up this time but her head felt as if it were swimming. She stopped and lay back in his arms, "I don't think I can get up just yet....." She looked around, "It is a nice view from down here at least."

Melor ran back to them and dropped the stick. Anastasia laughed, "Took you long enough."