“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.” (( @strongestrider ))
Now that.... That did not sound very reassuring at all.
Not only were they on an island away from the edge, but there were dragon hunters looking for them after having shot Dagur and Sluether down.
They had crashed through the canopy of trees and slammed into the ground, ropes binding Sluether's body so he couldn't avoid it. Dagur had been pinned to his dragon by the ropes, unable to avoid getting crushed under the weight of the Triplestryke.
By the time Snotlout landed by them, Dagur was trying to cut the ropes with a throwing knife, his left side pinned under Sluether.
Luckily his adrenaline made it so he couldn't feel the pain of the injuries, so he didn't actually know how hurt he was.
His face had some cuts from the branches they had crashed through, dirt caking itself to his skin. It was his left leg and arm that were the cause for concern, his leg had clearly been broken near his hip and knee, and his arm had been torn open by the collision with the hard ground.
"it's... That bad?" He asked the other dragon rider, a look of fear briefly flashing across his face. "We have to get out of here! Those dragon hunters are going to be looking for us." He hissed out as he tried harder to free himself and Sluether from the binds.