"You were helping the villagers rebuild their homes?" The usual Tucker flippancy gets a laugh out of Sonia, but mostly she just looks at him with gratitude and warmth, a smile lighting up her eyes. She'd seen some of the damage before Tarn had stunned her and stolen her away, and it'd weighed hard on her guilty conscience along with all the casualties -- especially now that she knows there's no way she'll be allowed to visit the village again. She positively beams at him. "I'm sure they were very grateful, even if you did, er...drop right in. I'm glad you weren't hurt any worse."

A fall like that could have been fatal if he'd landed the wrong way, but Tucker seems...pretty resilient. And uncomfortable, at the moment. Sonia slides off the low cot to kneel beside it, gently guiding him to move with a hand on his shoulder. "Here, you should lie down properly. I'm sure the bruising is still tender."