[In those seven achingly long minutes, Henry has had some time to think. Normally the sound of rippling flames and the crunch of diamond-hard hooves on snow would be something that would make a man cringe, but instead, Henry just gave Heather an apathetic grunt of greeting as he remained face down in the slush.]
[But he was going to have to get up eventually. He waited until Carousel had stopped before moving. With a groan he pushes himself up onto his elbows and slowly eases up onto his knees. His shaggy mop, now soggy from snowmelt, hangs in his face but it's not enough to mask the dammage. One side of his face is so swollen he's having trouble seeing out of that eye and all across his brows and chin are bruises and leaking cuts. His lip is swollen and his nose has luckily already stopped bleeding thanks to the snow.]
H-hnn.
[He lifts an arm as if to wave Heather away. Man, he didn't even get a chance to clean himself up.]
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[But he was going to have to get up eventually. He waited until Carousel had stopped before moving. With a groan he pushes himself up onto his elbows and slowly eases up onto his knees. His shaggy mop, now soggy from snowmelt, hangs in his face but it's not enough to mask the dammage. One side of his face is so swollen he's having trouble seeing out of that eye and all across his brows and chin are bruises and leaking cuts. His lip is swollen and his nose has luckily already stopped bleeding thanks to the snow.]
H-hnn.
[He lifts an arm as if to wave Heather away. Man, he didn't even get a chance to clean himself up.]