[ he's never really been built for anything involving strength, and even just trying to pull pascal out's winding him a bit; when the suction of the mud finally relents, he flops down onto the ground to catch his breath. and while he gives a quiet, ever-so-slightly-dismayed 'ah' when he sees pascal faceplant in the mud, lop mostly just seems relieved. ]

Ah -- not at all. [ a weak smile before he pats down his flimsy clothes. ] I wish I could offer you a handkerchief, but I'm afraid I've seem to have misplaced mine ...

[ the bottle of water and first aid kit he usually carries around could come in handy in a place like this, too. but ah, well. no use dwelling over it for too long. ]

Regardless, I'm glad you're safe, miss.