breath in, breath out | private, leroy

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The sound of crashing made Ophelia's eyes open fully, head quickly turning in the direction of the sound. Oh, dear. Standing up, she gave her wings a small flap to quickly get herself down from where she had been laying and righted on the floor before padding in the poor soul's direction. He seemed pained, if his curses and groans were anything to go by, and she offered a small grimace of pity. Oof. Stumbling and crashing around was never fun, though her experience with it had more to do with learning to fly than general clumsiness.

"Are you alright?" she asked, tilting her head and holding out one of her broad wings to attempt to brush his side in a small show of comfort. "That didn't look like much fun. I can see why you'd be offering the chair such strong words for its actions against you."

Small jokes made things better for most creatures, right? She hoped so. It seemed to be a common trend to joke after someone had done something unpleasant here, so she was merely following by example and hoping for the best.