[ He's making sense, of course. It doesn't make any sense for Flynn to slow them down by pushing through this, even if every part of his body is screaming for him to move. He nods, reluctant, and spits out a bit more sand with burning cheeks before sucking in one deep, shaking breath. Sand rattles in his lungs. He winces through it, holds it, makes himself breathe out, and sucks in another breath like he's greedy for the air itself.
On the out breath, he's already trying to get to his feet again. ]
Alright.
[ It's half for his partner and half for him, an affirmation to shove the adrenaline from his shaky limbs. ]
Thank you. I shouldn't have let fear get the better of me. You're alright? Unhurt?
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On the out breath, he's already trying to get to his feet again. ]
Alright.
[ It's half for his partner and half for him, an affirmation to shove the adrenaline from his shaky limbs. ]
Thank you. I shouldn't have let fear get the better of me. You're alright? Unhurt?