"It's not, but that's what happens when a knight tips me over." Danae smirks, though by her tone she's not that upset, just caught off guard. She pushes herself up into a sitting position first, rubbing at her back...and then she chuckles.

"That's quite a companion you have there. Did you teach it all that, or did it learn on its own?" At least it's not shouting elven slurs at her...yet. Then this would be a lot less funny.