Ronan is... not okay. He'd been a lot closer to the blast than Declan and it hit his back like a lash, sent him flying several feet, and left him face-down in the mud. For the second time in five minutes, the wind's knocked out of him, and it hurts a lot more this time. Choking and sputtering, he drags himself up onto his elbows but can't find his voice yet to give Declan an answer.

The sound of his struggling may be answer enough.