[Yes. She has her pride. As broken as she was, as deep as the cracks grow with each loss of Oracle, "debate", and Communion... It is still there. She can't let go of it, clutching it tight with both fists and unwilling to release even as it hurts her.

His inspection will reveal other injuries. Scrapes and small cuts from the rocky ground she'd been thrown into. Bruises swelling beneath her dun cut from the impact with the side of the cup along her flanks and rumps. A bit of a concussion, perhaps, rattling around in her brain. But none of them were nearly as devastating as the broken leg and the sort of end that spelled for a jinba.

... Water, though.]

My... my supplies. There is water.

[It's nearer to him than her, a bag that had come loose from her belt in the chaos and now lay abandoned in the dirt. Now that her sense had returned more sharply,]

I was... fighting with Amos over the Bell when... someone [someone normal sized] must have kicked the cup it was in... we went flying... but he has those... those powers over the heaviness of the air.

[Gravity.]

He was less injured than I... He took it for Zenith...