Sprawled out on the ground not to far away from his partner Tim settled on his back and took a moment to check all four limbs. He was fairly certain there were no cracked bits but it never hurt to check, especially as adrenaline could mask a lot of ills.

"Everything feels intact," he confirmed with a healthy dose of assurance. He could already feel the adrenaline crash moving through him, leaving behind awareness of soft tissue injuries but nothing that made him think internal bleeding.

"I'm going to have some spectacular contusions in a few hours; all the pretty colors," he wasn't looking forward to it, but it came with the job often enough that bruises were cause for ribbings and teasing.

Trying to ignore the icy chill that was settling into his bones as the adrenaline continued to retreat, Tim turned his head towards Raylan and immediately frowned.

"You've got blood on your feet," he began to roll onto his side, moving to investigate. "Where are you bleeding?" Did Raylan have an injury up his leg? The adrenaline came rushing back as Tim envisioned a possible cut near the femoral artery. Those rocks had been sharp and he had no idea how Raylan had come down off them.