[He's fine. She can tell because he immediately starts whining.]

I formally renounce my mudfoot ways and take back every positive thing I've ever said about being planetside.

[He sits up.]

Unfiltered fresh air aside, being planetside sucks. Nature is gross and muddy and has lots of pointy stuff in it.

[He presses his fingers against his head and they come back sticky. Yep, that's blood.]

You okay? I'm okay. Just must've hit my head on something on the way do - aah!

[There's a sharp intake of breath and he holds a hand to his stomach, waiting to see if he feels - yes. He feels it again. A familiar squirming. Then pain. Lots of pain.]

No. Nononono!

[His hand goes to his neck and he tugs at the necklace and - it's only the medication necklace, which is useless now. The rabbit's foot is gone. That had to have been the tugging he'd felt at his neck, the feeling of something sliding painfully over his face - ]

[He climbs to his feet, staggering towards the slope, trying to spot it, hand held to his stomach.]

My necklace! I had my rabbit's foot on a necklace and it got ripped off. I need to find it - it's the only thing -- AAGH!

[He hunches over. That time hurt almost enough to make him drop back down to his knees.]

I know this sounds crazy, but if we don't find it, I'm dead. And I don't know how much time I have.