He winced again, slowly drawing one knee up and resting an arm on it as he observed himself for injuries. There were some shallow, red scrapes on the back of his legs, and likely some mild bruising from where he hit the ground, but aside from that and his muddied pants there were no other signs of injury. "Worry not, Cosette; I am perfectly fine."

He glanced at her then and took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. "You have climbed up that tree so well, my love!" There was a small, timid smile on his face and unmistakable admiration in his words.