That's alright, the worst ones always are.

[He brushed a few stray leaves out of his hair--those bushes he fell in a few hours ago were not kind to him--and smiled.]

Me? Oh, I'm alright. Been much worse. I'd keep on chasing her, but at this rate I'd either get stuck in here for weeks and lose her or break a leg and lose her. Best to turn back for now, live to fight another day and all.