...Oh no.
Now he'd gone and made her cry. And this wasn't her usual cry, which alarmed him. This wasn't the dramatic, attention-seeking wails, but quiet, really upset tears, and her response, when he'd been expecting the usual hysterics, made his stomach twist unexpectedly. With another groan, Sita hauled a leg over the side of the ladder, steadied himself, threw the other leg over, and started a slow, wobbly climb down. He wasn't quite sure how he'd made it up there in the first place, having only a fuzzy, pained recollection of making his way back here, but if he'd climbed up there, he could damned well get himself down.
Hay sticking out of his hair and clothes, Sita somehow managed to reach the bottom and turned to face Eshe. He reached for her hesitantly, not quite sure how to handle real tears. "Wha? Eshe, what's wrong? Uhh..." Maybe the blood scared her? She never seemed to like that. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said nothin'. Gimme a sec, I'll clean up, alright?"