Enjolras had moved over to experimentally sit on the vast and extremely soft bed while he listened. Thus, nigh-supernatural grace in springing to his feet or not, he isn't of any use in catching Combeferre before both he and the spring-mounted horse topple over.
"Are you all right?"
Having ascertained that the only damage to Combeferre is bruised elbows and slightly bruised pride, he offers him a hand up. (Thankfully, though of course there's no need for concern, not with this place's resources and the shortness of that fall; still, Enjolras would have to admit to a twinge of unnecessary relief if pressed.)
"I have no idea. We'll apologize, I suppose." Do you apologize to a mechanical Bar? It's probably safer to do so. And the apology should at any rate be passed on to the rats or whoever handles the cleaning. "Unless you can fix it?"
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"Are you all right?"
Having ascertained that the only damage to Combeferre is bruised elbows and slightly bruised pride, he offers him a hand up. (Thankfully, though of course there's no need for concern, not with this place's resources and the shortness of that fall; still, Enjolras would have to admit to a twinge of unnecessary relief if pressed.)
"I have no idea. We'll apologize, I suppose." Do you apologize to a mechanical Bar? It's probably safer to do so. And the apology should at any rate be passed on to the rats or whoever handles the cleaning. "Unless you can fix it?"