Despite his battered, bruised, and fatigued state along with the dizziness and splitting headache he was experiencing, Puck couldn't help but remain smiling. It was perfectly clear that he was an innately cheerful person, but this was getting weird. He was a fighter, at least metaphorically. We get that, but it was as if he was enjoying the struggle he was going through way more than he should have.

Picking himself up, with one hand cupping his head around the area he caught the falling rock with, Puck continued to move forward. Giggling as his wings began to flutter, lifting him off the ground for a few seconds before being forced back down. 

This cycle of flying and walking continued, all the while as he was attempting to cast some of his healing magic.

With the cloud of dust gradually dissipating, Puck moved forward, hoping to find out what had happened to the exit he had hoped to cross. And I guess the goblins too; hopefully they're both dead or something.

[@Zeroth]