It had taken a little while, how long she didn't know exactly, for Torie to gather her wits about her. Her head ached and her ankle throbbed, but she was not so panicked that she couldn't figure this out. She didn't have a choice; nobody knew where she was, though she figured Poppy had figured out by now that she had gone for a ride, who knew how long it would take for somebody to find her.

Despite the wooziness, she had manage to get on her feet, though she couldn't bear weight on the left one, she could at least hobble her way toward where she had fallen to start trying to crawl her way back up. If she had learned anything in the last few months, it was that she was stronger than she thought and more capable than she had imagined; she got herself into this and so she would get herself out.

Of course the shout of her name came with mixed emotions. Any help would be appreciated, but of course it had to Anthony that found her. Why was he even here? Shew as supposed to be able to keep at least her friendship with Poppy unsullied. He found her without her having to reply, but as he started to descend toward her, he too fell and hit his head. Torie cried out as he fell and lay there unmoving for a moment, blood blooming on his shirt. She may have been able to save herself, but she couldn't possibly save him too. And of course it looked like he'd shattered his wand in the process. "Anthony?" She was starting to panic now, their situation be damned, she didn't wand to see him hurt. Ignoring the pain pulsating in her ankle, she stumbled her way over to him, pulling off her own riding jacket to put under his head. "Anthony, can you hear me?" She blinked back a few tears as he finally opened his eyes.