Her arm was very obviously dislocated, it hung useless by her side, the side of her face ached, and a bruise was already forming, before morning the side of her face that had rubbed the ground would be painfully swollen. For now, angry tears were rolling down the unmarked side of her face . 'Thank you' she mumbled humiliation and pain, thankful at least that her scratched and battered legs were at least covered, for she couldn't make her arm move to cover herself. although the cloak would almost certainly be spotted with blood. She wasn't bleeding badly from her cut legs, but pinpricks of bright red had been starting to dot her skin.

'thank you Mister Prewett' she managed through her tears. She let out a half laugh, half sob, 'I think', she manged, as they waited for healers, 'that you might be right about horses.'

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Lady is a wonder