Mishaps do seem to be following them around today, but somehow it's enhancing rather than derailing things, for Carol. A perfect, uninterrupted mood somehow wouldn't suit them; it's nice to be able to laugh a little here and there.

"No," she says with a low, serious tone. She pauses for effect, though not long enough for him to respond. "Your pants are still on."

No sooner are her words out than she smiles up at him; yes, she's absolutely fine. More than, unless you account for the fact that she'd rather be occupied in ways other than discussing whether they're fine. Her hands move against his hips, rubbing rather than doing anymore gripping just in case his 'fine' isn't wholly indicative of his condition, it felt like she bumped him in the fall. In any case, her point is clear enough.