[Natalie was hardly concerned with Hol's landing. Her own was bad enough that she was certain that her arm had broken. She hisses, bares her fangs, grits her teeth, and pushes herself into a sit with her other arm.]
A waste... what a waste...
[She remains sitting there, eyes unfocused, willing herself to heal the injury. Although she does turn her head in the cowboy's general direction. He hadn't broken his neck, right...?]
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[Natalie was hardly concerned with Hol's landing. Her own was bad enough that she was certain that her arm had broken. She hisses, bares her fangs, grits her teeth, and pushes herself into a sit with her other arm.]
A waste... what a waste...
[She remains sitting there, eyes unfocused, willing herself to heal the injury. Although she does turn her head in the cowboy's general direction. He hadn't broken his neck, right...?]