Torie breathed out a sigh of relief when he spoke and so she swallowed back the threatening tears with expert finesse, brushing some of her hair from her face in the process. He didn't seem alright, she could see blood on her coat where she had put it under his head and his arm looked ghastly with the wood splinters.

"I think my ankle is broken," There was no need to beat around the bush. They were stuck in this disaster together, like it or not, their history rendered irrelevant until they parted ways as strangers once more. Gingerly she put her fingers to her own temple where blood had trickled from the gash there, but that was the least of her concerns.

"Anthony lay down," She hissed as he tried to sit up. They would need to gather their wits and what little strength they had between them soon enough, but that was a hard blow to the head he'd taken and her ankle looked awful. This was quite the predicament indeed. "I fell, same as you." She answered simply, shrugging her shoulders and regretting it. Her whole body felt jarred from the fall and she felt like everywhere hurt. This may be her sign to give up riding altogether.