Torie had a quip about her hair being loose that she managed to keep on the tip of her tongue, trying not to blush as he toyed with her hair pin and then a curl. Now that it was all swept back up, she almost wished she hadn't bothered. The urge to stick her tongue out at him was strong, but she contained it and instead took a deep breath.

This whole thing had been rather exhausting, but still, "No, I suppose not. It didn't need to be any more complicated than waiting for the carriage if need be. "It was just a thought. We would have had to leave the horses anyway. No matter." Truthfully, though she was still a little embarrassed by the whole thing, she wasn't quite ready to give up his company just yet.

Standing was getting a bit painful however, so Torie lowered herself to the crate she had bumped into a few moments ago. Her boot was still loose around the swollen joint, but she took it off and made sure the wrap was holding. Just being off her feet would help. Hopefully some expert care from a healer would set it to rights with little fuss. She already had the tiniest bit of a limp from the broken leg, this certainly wouldn't help. Perhaps she should learn a few spells of this nature to help with the situations she kept finding herself in.

Regardless they were going to have to wait this out either until the storm passed or help arrived, so she sighed softly, eyeing Anthony with a smile. "We'll figure it out, I'm sure." Eventually.