By the time Aqua got to the edge to look over, Sora had sat himself up and was inspecting a scrape on his arm. The inspection was probably more for the sake of avoiding eye contact with anyone than for actually making sure he was okay. It really was very mild.

He didn't ignore the question at least, though he was obviously very embarrassed when he looked up to answer, "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Whether this was better or worse than the self inflicted nut shot while skateboarding, he wasn't sure. It hadn't been as painful physically, but this time there were people there to see it in person. For all the tournaments he'd fought at Olympus, he'd never had this problem. Then again, the ring there only a couple inches off the ground and ring out in those tournaments meant squat.