[Éowyn cries out when she sees him fall, even without recognising him, and pushes towards him. She's managed to keep herself uninfected so far, although she's more than a bit dishevelled: her aim is still very much to keep the mob back and to keep others safe as long as she can.]
[Which, however hopeless, means trying to help him. A few moments after he lands, she reaches him, striking out around her with her shield and the pommel of her sword, trying to hold back the masses without hurting them too much.]
[Her hand closes around his wrist, and she tries to pull him from the mass of infected sluts.]
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[Which, however hopeless, means trying to help him. A few moments after he lands, she reaches him, striking out around her with her shield and the pommel of her sword, trying to hold back the masses without hurting them too much.]
[Her hand closes around his wrist, and she tries to pull him from the mass of infected sluts.]
Are you hurt? The fall, did it injure you?