"Fell?" The Balladeer lets the word slip out without entirely meaning to, twisting about to look at her. His first thought is something small, but her tone makes it clear that this fall was...significant, to say the least. Things often are when giants are involved.

He turns back to furrow his brows at the river again, not pressing the point. Maybe he just doesn't want to know for once.

After a few moments, he agrees in a soft tone, "Pretty lucky."