They're a few terrifying seconds. His brow is scrunched up tight, he's braced for impact---but he thankfully crashes into Gladio's waiting arms instead of the unforgiving ground.

The man really is strong. A strange thought crosses his mind and his cheeks turn a little pink, but he quickly looks away as he's set down. "Not bad."

And then he kneels to check on the coconuts. "You taking these back to Ignis for a feast?"