[There wasn't even much of a bump; just Meiling's arms and a hug and she stopped falling. Flandre quite liked the hug, though. All strong and tight and she wanted to snuggle into it and rest her head on Meiling's shoulder...
...though her voice made Flandre pause. And blink, and notice how much Meiling's chest was heaving, and hear the exact tone of her voice that made Flandre wilt and her hands fold and curl up inoffensively on her chest.]
...I'm sorry, Meiling.
[Her voice is much quieter, this time; quickly trailing off into a mumbling murmur.]
...it took me a minute to figure out what was going on in that icon
...though her voice made Flandre pause. And blink, and notice how much Meiling's chest was heaving, and hear the exact tone of her voice that made Flandre wilt and her hands fold and curl up inoffensively on her chest.]
...I'm sorry, Meiling.
[Her voice is much quieter, this time; quickly trailing off into a mumbling murmur.]