[The knight somehow manages to push himself up, hands frantically trying to find the solid ground under the mud so he can lift his head up to breathe properly. How ridiculous would they look when they returned, he wonders, embarrassed by this entire predicament so far.

His eyes stay closed as he spits mud out of his mouth, sighing in defeat. Everything had been going so well up to this point in the day.]

That all depends on your definition of "okay."

[Because he's physically fine, but mentally...it's starting to wear on him already in a way that he's never experienced before.]

Somehow I've managed to annoy even the gods, I suppose, [he complains as he wipes mud from his eyes,] though I'm not sure what I did to deserve such karma.

[He looks over to Aether now. knowing he'd fallen as well. Childe laughs even still- the prince is covered.]

It seems I've given you my bad luck prince, haha. Are you alright?