Enjolras is rather hoping not to injure himself in any actually significant ways. He can certainly handle falling on his arse a bit. Or even a lot, although he does hope to avoid dumping himself face first into any dirt, if that's at all possible. Thankfully, he does know better than to break his falls with his face, or any delicate limbs for that matter, so that is a very remote possibility. So far, though, he's frowning a little as he notices things feeling off balance, then pausing, and trying to work out why.

A few shifts of his body along the way, and he IS feeling a little steadier, and more aware of exactly where his limbs are going, and when. It doesn't mean he's completely avoiding hitting the ground, but there are reasons he's worn clothing that should stand up to it, trousers he's picked up here, and the turtle shirt he'd worn to the end of summer celebration with Taraja, instead of anything easily damaged, or not easily re-obtainable, for a reason after all.