The bad news for Hora was that the crash had knocked him out cold. The good news, well, as good as it gets, was that he'd been thrown onto dry land by the impact.  His clothes, consisting of the heavy robes standard to serious force users, aren't in any better shape than Maria's. She'd probably have quite a show to herself, were he not currently lying facedown in the grass. The curious poke to his shoulder gets the human stirring awake with a mumble and eventually rising to his feet. "Nngh-huh? Did we just make it out of that alive?" He looks to his conscious companion with a questioning expression and holds his sore ribs with one hand while the other feels for the lightsaber on his hip.