Siiri hits her shoulder hard, and she just knows that she'll have bruises up and down her whole side from this. At least, from what she can tell with the shock still in her bones, nothing seems to be broken - and so she turns to Åsa, worried that she's hurt and that she herself hurt her more while falling - and it's her fault that she fell, too - and if not for how much she wants to check if the other woman is okay, she would just sit there, frozen and worried that Åsa is angry with her now, that the cursing is directed at her (it's ridiculous, she knows that somewhere in her brain, but it would also make sense, according to another part of her brain..).

But as it is, she can't think about any of that. Instead, she pulls herself up, ignoring the pain shooting through her shoulder or the low thrumming in her hip, and scoots over, her hands pushing some strands of wet hair out of Åsa's face and then, gently but precise, running over her, checking for anomalies. She's done this with dogs and goats and other animals before, even with reindeer, and while a human is different, there is still some experience in her hands. Her eyes flit back towards Åsa's face every few seconds, checking her expression to see if some place is worse off than her hands can tell.

Meanwhile, Floweregg has (luckily) been catapulted over the fence as well without much injury (maybe more than a ormal dog could endure, but her body is just a bit sturdier now...), and now peddles through the murky waters towards the two women, out of breath from how it knocked the air out of her to be thrown like that. This did not go according to plan, at all.