“Really?” In a rush of excitement, she forgot she was the one thing keeping Ravi falling flat. She jumped up and squealed gleefully. His chair fell forward and his nose undoubtedly experienced some abuse. “Oops.” After pulling him back up, she unwrapped him and allowed him to get his bearings. The first thing she realized once he was fully standing was how much taller than her he was. Ma was fairly tall too. Rapunzel wondered if they were especially tall or if she was short. Were all the other people tall outside?
She didn’t allow herself to focus on it for too long. Aside from having to prepare herself for a journey, she didn’t want him to notice her trying to mentally measure his height. Rapunzel disappeared into the tower’s only bedchamber to make her decision about what to take along with her.
Once her hand slipped, Ravi and the chair were introduced to his good ol’ friend gravity causing him to quickly plummet to the ground once again. With another loud thunk, his whimper of pain was followed by a weak squeak, “You broke my smoulder.” He groaned as the girl hoisted him up while his mind was trying to will his body, especially his face, to not bruise from all this abuse that was inflicted on him in the past few hours. His restraints were loosened as her hair unwound and piled around him.
Once free, he carefully stepped around the seemingly endless raven locks and smoothed down his clothes. He out an irritated sigh as he ran his fingers through his own scraggly hair then down his face. He then gingerly felt around his scalp to find any tender spots from all the hits, wincing then grumbling again once he found a small bump. Annoyed, he looked around the room one last time as he rubbed the back of his neck to see if he could spot any traces of his satchel.
With no luck he neared the window to check out the drop, not even bothering to revel in the girl’s radiating energy and excitement. He let out another huff as he collected the arrows that he used to scale up the tower not too long ago (or at least he thought wasn’t too long ago) from the floor. With no belongings other than his satchel, which was out of his reach at the moment, he didn’t find a need to linger in the place any longer. The faster he took her to see the lanters and took her home, the faster he’d get his satchel back and rid of her.
He hoisted himself onto the window sill and carefully swung his body over after securing the arrows into the side of the tower. With a grunt, he started to descend. Exiting a tower this way would of course take longer than the stairs, but as he remembered, there were no exits leading down beside that window. After a while, he stopped to holler up at the window, “You comin’, Alka?”