Jenny pushed her palm against Edward's chest to arrange herself into a sitting position. She rubbed at her knees and her elbows, joints having absorbed the most of the impact. But she made no move to slide off of him. The grass was muck-filled and if she weighed nothing while being carried, she wouldn't weigh anything while sitting on top of him.

Well, until she got back up on her feet.

"Okay, so going to have to work on that," she muttered to herself, ignoring the snarl and question. "If I adjust my momentum, and maybe angle my body better..."

Oh, wait. Did he say something a moment ago? Jenny blinked and looked at him, finally taking in his anger. "So you do care!"