"I’m fine…" The god insisted, feeling hands grasp either side of his head to hold him steady.
"Not with a fall like that," she said, a bit gruff in her honesty, but there was true concern in her eyes, in her clawed hands now cradling the other’s head. "Come on, open your eyes. Let’s make sure your focus is still okay."
The god furrowed his eyebrows as he felt his head throb between clawed hands, his thanks unspoken as he wasn’t sure if speaking them would make the pain that rattled him worse.
Slowly, Fenrir cracked open a dark eye, vision hased and distorted, only to be shut again.
"Know what? Forget it."
Ellie nodded in understanding, and with much care, she slowly let her hands slip down from his head to his shoulders, still in an effort to keep him steady. “Alright… I guess that means you can’t stand, then, huh?”
"Shhhh…" Fenrir said softly, hushing her for a moment. Ellie spoke to loud, or at least it sound like she was to shaken nerves. A bloodied hand grasped the wall behind him to slowly lower himself to sit, and feeling much better for doing so.