[Bilbo sits up on shaking arms, his hand still gripping tightly the handle of Sting with white knuckles and breathes out slowly. His stomach will be bruised tomorrow, but he doesn't feel like anything is broken and finds quiet relief in that. His eyes dart over the still form of the creature, uncertain if is truly dead yet or not, when he spots the other two dragons flying above Dany's head as she approaches him.
Quickly he stands up with a wince to move away from the horse, mostly on impulse. Hobbits and horses never mixed well, as did most things that towered over small creatures like him.]
Yes- Yes, I'm alright. Please don't worry. [He waves a hand as he looks up at her.] Are you alright? A- And your... your dragons, they... [Oh there's two more of them. Why did she have so many dragons?]
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Quickly he stands up with a wince to move away from the horse, mostly on impulse. Hobbits and horses never mixed well, as did most things that towered over small creatures like him.]
Yes- Yes, I'm alright. Please don't worry. [He waves a hand as he looks up at her.] Are you alright? A- And your... your dragons, they... [Oh there's two more of them. Why did she have so many dragons?]