[She's giggling, though not quite too hard. She took a spill. She sits up, slowly, and then she takes his hand -- standing up and dusting herself off, best she can, of all the snow.]
I'm fine! That was fun. And nothing broken, and nothing too bruised.
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[She's giggling, though not quite too hard. She took a spill. She sits up, slowly, and then she takes his hand -- standing up and dusting herself off, best she can, of all the snow.]
I'm fine! That was fun. And nothing broken, and nothing too bruised.
[She looks him over.] What about you?