[He's actually glad she retreated; he'd feel like crap if she hurt her fingers because of him. Qrow rubs his head (it hurts) but gives an affirmative nod.]
I'm fine, kid. You?
[He doesn't think she got hurt, but he needs to be sure. He gets to work picking up the books immediately, a compulsive need to clean up after his bad luck makes a mess of something.]
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I'm fine, kid. You?
[He doesn't think she got hurt, but he needs to be sure. He gets to work picking up the books immediately, a compulsive need to clean up after his bad luck makes a mess of something.]