[ Forgive the lack of response as he waits for his breathing to steady and his mind to refocus on reality. As it does, his long, and decently messy horns slowly retract. His hair and feathers are quite mussed, that's for certain. ]

You did little to help prevent it.

[ A final deep breath and he pushes himself up to sitting and punctuates his statement with as much a frown as he's capable of right now. ]