(He had not been expecting that. He was usually so good at keeping his balance. Actually, no, that was a lie, this regeneration was extremely clumsy, but walking, at least, he could usually handle. How do you screw up walking?

Ice. Ice is how you screw up walking.

He was dazed, slightly, but more from the surprise than anything. His wrist, on the other hand, burned at the point where he'd landed on it.)

F-Fine, fine! I'm fine!

(Not really, but no need to worry anyone. Slowly, he sat up using exclusively his good arm.)