[ One can only imagine the sight the pair of them make in the corridor, a mess of limbs, an assortment of pained sounds varying in intensity. Certainly, being met with a sturdy knee to the face isn't the most pleasant sensation and does elicit a mild jolt of pain, but he's sure it's far worse for Hilda and really, he feels absolutely terrible. He'd mucked things up enough in their last encounter, now this.

When he'd...meant well. Completely well. So terribly well.

Now, he's acting quickly to keep her from falling any further, hoping his body mostly shields her from actually hitting the ground when she falls on top of him and he subsequently falls himself. He attempts to grip lightly at her arm to keep her steady. ]

Oh! Ow! Yes, that's...an interesting way to say hello! Spirited, certainly, which I appreciate. Suppose my own technique needs work by comparison.

[ He attempts to move now and help her up, slowly and gently. ]

You okay, Hilda? There was an ow, a very loud, very pronounced ow closer to a yelp, and it's got me worried, frankly.