[ The blunt question is significantly less rude than the sudden manhandling. If she wanted to help him calm down she could just unstick him and hand over his staff, but not everyone knows how to apply common decency around someone who can't see. ]
What? I- yes, I am. Please, just-
[ He pushes her hand away with his arm and shakily gets to his feet. That vibrating sense of awareness continues to leak from his symbiote, painting the area immediately around him in an imageless picture. There isn't much besides the other host, her spear, the dirt, rocks, and the slender shape of his staff on the ground. He doesn't move to pick it up himself - he has a cover to maintain. And to make matters worse for Misato, his cover is that of a Carabauchian priest.
The other Hyrypians close in on them and one bends to pick up his staff for him, pressing it into his hands. ]
Thank you. And thank the Creator, that was-
[ Close. He doesn't need to pretend to thank an alien god he's in tact. He's starting to recover, tingling nerves settling, but still doesn't have many words. Thankfully, or perhaps not, the small group of other envoys do. ]
I saw the whole thing!
You're very lucky-
It bounced off the rocks and went straight for you!
Are you alright?
And you're lucky it didn't hit him! What would you have done if you killed your priest?
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What? I- yes, I am. Please, just-
[ He pushes her hand away with his arm and shakily gets to his feet. That vibrating sense of awareness continues to leak from his symbiote, painting the area immediately around him in an imageless picture. There isn't much besides the other host, her spear, the dirt, rocks, and the slender shape of his staff on the ground. He doesn't move to pick it up himself - he has a cover to maintain. And to make matters worse for Misato, his cover is that of a Carabauchian priest.
The other Hyrypians close in on them and one bends to pick up his staff for him, pressing it into his hands. ]
Thank you. And thank the Creator, that was-
[ Close. He doesn't need to pretend to thank an alien god he's in tact. He's starting to recover, tingling nerves settling, but still doesn't have many words. Thankfully, or perhaps not, the small group of other envoys do. ]
I saw the whole thing!
You're very lucky-
It bounced off the rocks and went straight for you!
Are you alright?
And you're lucky it didn't hit him! What would you have done if you killed your priest?
Sadegh, don't be rude-