[His flames guttered out in the fall. It's dark now. For a second or two, Ingo lays where he is, taking stock. His paws flex without issue, and he can move his limbs. There's no head pain, and though he feels rather jarred, he's fairly sure his vision's normal. All good signs!]
I'm alright!
[He rises gingerly to his feet, pain flaring somewhere in his torso. He did land rather heavily on his side, he thinks. There may be a small cut, but twisting to try and see makes him hiss a little. It's not broken-ribs pain, but there will most certainly be a serious bruise.]
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I'm alright!
[He rises gingerly to his feet, pain flaring somewhere in his torso. He did land rather heavily on his side, he thinks. There may be a small cut, but twisting to try and see makes him hiss a little. It's not broken-ribs pain, but there will most certainly be a serious bruise.]