[The bard was equally as anxious to find out if Sollux was hale and whole. She was not anticipating the sudden collision and lands on her rump.]

Sollux! Oh - ohmy-! Are you- are- okay?- Wait- you're-!

[If he's still on the ground, where she is- she'll be pulling him up in a big sisterly hug, and if he's managed to get standing again the girl is going to be on her feet as fast as she could make it to do the same.

Three different languages pour forth in a jumbled mess. The relief is palpable and so is the guilt.]

Wetriedbutitdidn'tworkandthenwewerestuckthereandsomehowthestringbrokebutweweren'taloneandI'msorryI'msosorry-