She sprawls in heap, knocking her head on the on the floor. She lays dazed on the ground on second before sitting up to check on Nayo. "Other than a nasty jar, are you alright Nayo? On a scale of one to ten, how bad you hurt? One being not that bad and ten the worst pain of your life." She's panicking a little bit. She doesn't want to re-break his ribs when they had just started knitting back together. She looks uncertainly to him.