Later, Tristan would probably be ashamed to admit it, but right then, the hand on his shoulder was just what he needed. It made him feel safe. Oddly, just then, he began to tremble. "Aye..." he said in a shaky voice, slowly uncurling from his fetal position. "I think so."

He did not think there was any spinal injury, but still he moved slowly, paying attention to the areas in his body that hurt. Now that the worst fear subsided, the full pain kicked in. Still, it didn't feel like any of the bruises on his torso were life threatening. It was the head he was most concerned about.

He managed to sit up at last, looking at the Good Samaritan. His vision was clear enough at least. "Mr. Blacke... Didn't expect you here..." he said with a desperate lightness. "I... think I need to sit for a moment." He drew heavy, shaky breaths.

Oh, God. He stank of piss.