James whined a little bit in response. If someone was going to show him some sympathy, he might as well milk it for all its worth, even if, in truth, he's had far worse landings! Sand is soft, at least, and his descent was slowed by a number of factors...

He rolled over pitifully, throwing a hand dramatically over his eyes.

"Oh! Of course I'm not okay, I just got a mouthful of sand and who knows how many feet have stepped all over it, not to mention Pokemon d—pardon? Is that an Eevee?"

James uncovered his eyes, suddenly not quite so concerned with his own state.