Venti stifles a laugh behind his wings as you stagger. He's been fluttering his wings ever so slightly to produce a few mild gusts of wind that he sent your way. But perhaps he overestimated how fast he needed to flap them. "What? Can't handle a bit of wind?" he snickered.

At least he was having fun, you supposed. Venti lent you a hand to help you out. He wasn't the kind of person to just leave you on the ground. He was a gentleman in most regards. "Sorry, windblume. I really thought it wouldn't blow you away," Venti apologises, sincerity written all over his expression.