Thorfinn saw her hit his jaw dropped a moment before he pulled the look back into himself. Pushing off the tree despite his own aching lungs, losing on purpose was harder than wining it was like letting his body realize he was tired rather than running through till the rush died off.

He moved over to her, his brown eyes on her. "You okay?" No belittling even if he had words in mind he would have said. She was having a hard enough time without him being a bitch to her. He offered a hand down to her still having heavy breaths. "Need a hand?"