[He shrugs off his bookbag in order to help rebalance himself a little and assess the damage (oof, this thing was soaked-- hopefully his books stayed intact, but he wasn't feeling optimistic), though he can't help but give a wry smile at her response.]
Yeah, I'm... pretty aware of that, actually.
[And how-- though he knows it certainly wasn't her fault, and while he was drenched and aching from the whole ordeal, he didn't want her to feel guilty over it, either. She already seemed nervous enough as it is, and Amane didn't want to feed into her anxieties and make the situation worse. He waves his hand a little, as if to brush off her concerns, his wry smile from before morphing into something more sheepish himself.]
I-I'm alright, though. [A beat, as he thinks on it further, and then:] Um... aside from my hip? I banged that on the way down, but... otherwise nothing's broken, so you need to worry about it, Illya-san.
[And the worst that would come from that is probably a nasty bruise, so... not great, but it definitely could have been worse!! He tries yet again to hoist himself up, wet bag cradled against his chest, but... well. With the slick ground and his aching hip, it was hard to get the momentum and proper purchase to stand up, something that dawns on him with mortifying clarity. After a long pause, he averts his eyes, his ears and cheeks dusted pink as he timidly holds out an arm in the air in her direction.]
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Yeah, I'm... pretty aware of that, actually.
[And how-- though he knows it certainly wasn't her fault, and while he was drenched and aching from the whole ordeal, he didn't want her to feel guilty over it, either. She already seemed nervous enough as it is, and Amane didn't want to feed into her anxieties and make the situation worse. He waves his hand a little, as if to brush off her concerns, his wry smile from before morphing into something more sheepish himself.]
I-I'm alright, though. [A beat, as he thinks on it further, and then:] Um... aside from my hip? I banged that on the way down, but... otherwise nothing's broken, so you need to worry about it, Illya-san.
[And the worst that would come from that is probably a nasty bruise, so... not great, but it definitely could have been worse!! He tries yet again to hoist himself up, wet bag cradled against his chest, but... well. With the slick ground and his aching hip, it was hard to get the momentum and proper purchase to stand up, something that dawns on him with mortifying clarity. After a long pause, he averts his eyes, his ears and cheeks dusted pink as he timidly holds out an arm in the air in her direction.]
U-Um... i-if you... don't mind...?
[HE WANTS TO PERISH]