O, Only injured of pride, [Everett answers, still head down and legs caught up over him in an awkward twist of stilts. While Viren does nothing to aid him (fairly so, given he caused the ruckus being so impulsive) Everett will still pout. At least his rats, fled from danger of overturned tables and crumbling chairs, return to help him. The little creatures group together and help him get unstuck where his clothing snagged on broken wood and surrounding foliage.
He can get himself flat onto the ground, at least, not longer tangled up over himself. There's some consideration made to get up, but the rats swarm over top him and he has to laugh as the tickling sensation for so many caring little creatures. He chirps at them, half laughing, to inform them he is yes quite alright! Really!]
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He can get himself flat onto the ground, at least, not longer tangled up over himself. There's some consideration made to get up, but the rats swarm over top him and he has to laugh as the tickling sensation for so many caring little creatures. He chirps at them, half laughing, to inform them he is yes quite alright! Really!]